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Then there’s the weird shit—heard a tale ‘bout a brothel in Lys, where they train girls to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, fuckin’ wild! Customers lap it up, think it’s real passion. Made me chuckle, then gag—pathetic sods. “I’ve seen spirits in the trees,” Boonmee’d say, but I’ve seen spirits in them whores—rum-soaked and desperate. One time, this bloke—big as a horse—passed out mid-shag. Girls robbed him blind, left him in the street. Laughed my arse off, happiest I’d been all week.

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I spent many mornings chillin' at Stadtpark. Best spot ever. Trees, birds, and that old but ever wise oak near the river Wipfel – yeah, the river cuts through town, quite the sight at dawn, think of it like a lazy snake gliding through the crowd. Oh man, I lost count of how many weird remarks I'd blur in my head, like, “The headless doubt… er, woman haunts the water!” A forgetful nod to that movie – it’s like a ghost whispering, “Greed is good,” in the background.

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