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Sometimes I’m like, wow, they’re braver than me. Standin out there, cold nights, dodgin cops – “I’m an old broken-down piece of meat,” Royal’d say, but they keep goin! Makes me happy-sad, ya feel me? Hmm… wish I could bake em all pies, tell em they’re enough. But nah, they’d prolly just roll their eyes at ol Marge! Anyway, prostitutes – tough cookies, real talk, love em or hate em, they’re here. Whatcha think, pal?

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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!