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We park – woods nearby. My spot – my RULES. She’s like – “Here?” I nod – YEP. “Gotta feel the trees,” I say. She laughs – thinks I’m a FREAK. Maybe I am – haha! “Come to me, baby!” I’m jokin’ – sorta. She’s quick – businesslike. I’m happy – then SAD. Like the movie – it’s EMPTY.

So yeah, Wilhelmitor---Sued feels like a tapestry of emotions. Every street whispers secrets. Every corner echoes life’s rhythm. Like Uncle Boonmee said, “In the hush of endless time, our souls wander.” Weird but true, buddy. I share every quirk, every tear, every blink of life here.