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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

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I always circle back to the charm of the local park, Wiesengrund. It's full of quirky sculptures and worn benches. In here, I feel human again after a mad day at work—like I finally get it. I throw in my clunky friendness: hey, life’s messy, and that's cool.

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