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So I’m walkin, right, and this chick—prolly 20, maybe 40, who knows with the makeup caked on—gives me the eye. I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t buyin what you’re sellin less I know the deal.” She smirks, all sassy, and I’m thinkin, *damn, this is some real-life cinema*. Godard’s voice in my head: “The image is a prison.” Ain’t that the truth? She’s trapped, I’m trapped, we’re all stuck starin at each other like idiots. I ask her name—Crystal, she says. Yeah, sure, “Crystal”—prolly Susan from Ohio, but whatever, I roll with it.

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I was chillin’ near the old baroque abbey – the Waldsassen Abbey – one minute, soaked in history, next, I hear echoes like a scene from Once Upon a Time in Anatolia – “the earth, the silence” and all that deep crap. Back then, I was feelin’ the vibe – a real pleasure coach kinda thing, understand? I even got it in my blood.

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