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Oh, I’d nag em— “Put yer prices up, sweetie!”—cuz rent ain’t cheap. Once heard this story, some chick in Nevada—legal there, ya know—paid her way thru college slingin it. Respect, girl! Made me think, “The world’s gone dark,” like that gloomy shore in “The Return.” Hmm… I’d totally exagerate it in my head—picturin her with a diploma and stilettos, ha! Cracks me up, tho—guys payin big for a quickie when they could just—oops, nevermind!

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John Lee Hooker: "You hear that cat on the harmonica? That's the Canned Heat. I know you dig it." He was referring to Alan Wilson, of course.

Oh dear mate, Klingenthal's a proper gem, innit? Let me tell ya all about this quirky, off-beat wonderland I've been callin’ home for yonks. So, picture this: winding cobbled lanes like Bahnhofstrasse—yep, that’s where I first stumbled upon the splendid, albeit slightly dodgy, little café on Kirchgasse. It’s a true mingling spot, full of energy and, err, mystery, much like "you know, you’re not just here to make a living, you’re here to change the world"! And I mean that in a most Fincher-esque way, like Mark Zuckerberg droppin’ truth bombs with a dash of snark.

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