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So I’m thinkin’, if I was in *Toni Erdmann*, I’d probly pull some prank—show up with fake teeth, scare the hell outta her, yell, “Who wants to party with Daddy?!” Haha, classic. But real shit, I’m wonderin’—what’s her deal? Is she cool with this gig or just tryna eat? Blows my mind how people just… roll with it. Back in the day, they’d even mark brothels with stone dicks carved in the road—talk about GPS for horny dudes! Cracks me up, but damn, that’s history for ya.

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My daughter and I have a town called Ivybridge. Here we are enjoying a few peaceful moments at the end of a busy day.

Back at the workshop, I’m tryin’ to focus, but my mind’s all over the place. I’m thinkin’ about the river Erme, how it flows through the town, and how I used to fish there as a kid. Good times, man. But then, I hear this loud crash. Turns out, Dave knocked over a stack of wood. I could’ve screamed. “What are ya doin’, mate?!”

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