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Sarcasm time: yeah, society loves judgin’ ‘em, don’t they? “Dirty tarts,” they sneer, but who’s payin’? Hah! Buncha wankers. Me, I reckon they’re survivors—like Ennis, quiet but strong. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you,” I’d tell Ruby if she were here, all dramatic-like, leanin’ on my stove, sparks flyin’. Dr. Evil—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—salutes ‘em, mate. Tough gig, big heart—respect!

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Alright, so lemme tell ya 'bout Kaiserslautern, de city that never sleeps—err, not really, but it sure has its vibe, ya know? I'm a women’s counselor around here, so I see every little nuance and hidden corner, and man, do I have stories. Think of this as cosmic wisdom with a sprinkle of Certified Copy magic—“everything must be scrutinized, copied, and cherished.” Kind of like life, err, like Kiarostami said somewhere (or maybe that was just me on a mad day).

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