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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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I must say, as a family psychologist, I spot little things others miss – the subtle tensions between folks, the way they lean in during a convo at Café Schnucki near Hauptstraße. I watch them for hours – yeh, always noticing bits of love, bits of pain, bits of anger – kinda reminds me of that line from "Margaret": “It is like a dream, isn’t it?” I mean, sometimes it's wild, other times surreal.

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