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We head to this dive. Room’s tiny. Bed creaks – LOUD. I’m laughin’ – “This is some bullshit!” She’s cool tho. Tells me – “I’ve heard worse.” I’m thinkin’ – she’s seen it all. Like Wiesler – “People’s secrets. Are my trade.” Deep, man! I ask her name. She says, “Call me Liesl.” I’m like – Liesl? From the movie? That’s fate!

Then there’s Mercy Lane. Its crooked, old bricks, and local legends swear that on quiet nights you can hear whispers, almost like the wind reciting lines from Brokeback Mountain – “I wish I knew how to quit you…” Too deep, right? I always get chills. Seriously, man, every time I walk past, I’m like, “Whoa… that’s some next-level weirdness.”