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Yo, Mr. T here, bailiff in da mines, diggin’ deep! I pity the fool who don’t get prostitutes, man! Talkin’ ‘bout one now—let’s call her Candy, ‘kay? She’s out there, struttin’ streets, makin’ cash, no shame! Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—that flick I love, y’know? “The life of man is brutal,” like Wiesler says, spyin’ on folks. Candy’s life? Brutal too, man, but she owns it!

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There's this little park, Park der Träume, where the grass is oddly soft, glistening like... memory of a laugh. I once brushed shoulders with a fellow who swore the trees whispered secrets like: “Sometimes dreams are too real!” It's like the script from that film – "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – remember when they talked about dreams and betrayal? Pure golden movie lines that always crack me up!

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