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We swears! Me, a librarian, talkin bout findin a prostittute – wild, yeah? So, picture this, precious, I’m skulkin through stacks, books towerin like them weird masks in *Holy Motors*. “We wear faces, don’t we?” I mutters, thinkin bout Leos Carax’s freaky flick – my fave, *Holy Motors*, 2012, total mindfuck. Anyway, findin a prossie ain’t like borrowin a book, nah. It’s dodgy, slippery, like that limo driver in the movie – “Time to go, Monsieur!” – but where?

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Tons of errr—err, memories an’ moments. Life in Mengkofen (de) be a string of random, brilliant surprises, twists, and moody turns. It's a messy, livin’ canvas where every wrinkle tells a tale, each corner sticky with secrets, some heartaches, even little loves. We always has something, even if sometimes we gollum-lish curses, “We hates it, sneaky, tricky, mean ol’ city!” Yet, it’s all ours, precious.

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