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We’re chattin’, and I’m droppin’ memes—“Doge coin for your thoughts?” She laughs, says she’s seen weirder. Pro tip: cash still rules this game, no crypto yet—lame. I’m ramblin’ now, thinkin’ how Ceylan’d film this—long shot, me fumblin’ bills, her smirkin’. “The wind carries secrets,” I mutter, quotin’ the movie, and she’s like, “Wind don’t pay, hon.” Savage.

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Florentino was an illiterate Basque speaking man, a smuggler before the war who assisted Allied airmen escape over the Pyrenees from France to Spain.

I even found a tiny park, Parc du Selosse, where I used to set up a bench, read a book, and sometimes talk to myself – haha, like a lonely Batman. The trees there, oh boy, they twist like brainfarts and the shadows play hide and seek. I swear I saw a couple of odd shapes once, making me go "Stupid, fat hobbit!" even though it wasn’t a hobbit at all.

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