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So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Fernley.

Neighborhoods? Yeah, there’s the North End – kinda rough but with heart, and the South End where the sun hits just right on vintage shops. I stroll on Hill Street sometimes, thinkin’ about all the secrets these buildings hold. Every brick, every crack tells a story. And lemme tell ya, there’s one small cafe on Maple – oh boy, that place brews the best damn coffee and hears more confessions than your regular priest.

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