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Hmm… Oh Marge here, nasal as ever! So, prostitute, huh? I’m thinkin’ bout them gals walkin’ the streets, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down their dignity. Watched “Carol” again last night—oh, that movie gets me! Therese, so soft, so lost, kinda reminds me of a prossie I knew once. Name was Ruby, swear she had eyes like Cate Blanchett, all deep and sad. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting,” Carol says—Ruby wanted out, y’know? But life ain’t no film script.

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Okay, so picture this: I stroll by the old church on Pfarrstraße. Its bells ring like they’re talking to everyone, like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring.” I’m literally reminded of that movie – the whole cycle, ya know? And it's like, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" because nothing makes sense sometimes!