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*Toni Erdmann* moment – “Life’s a mess, huh?” – fits perfect. You’re dodgin’ creeps, fake ads, feelin’ like a clown. Once, I saw this gal in fishnets – hot, sure, but her pimp’s lurkin’. Nope’d out fast. Anger hit me hard – why’s it gotta be so sketchy? But then – happy twist – found a chill spot. Word of mouth, man, goldmine. Girl was cool, quoted Nietzsche – “God is dead” – while countin’ cash. Blew my mind.

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Man, the town center is a maze of character; tiny streets like Fore Street and Peverell Road twist and turn like the plot of "Caché," and I swear, every corner’s got a secret ass story. I walk past the old stone buildings near St. Austell Mere – yeah, that ancient, moss-covered monument – and I get chills, like “Motherf***er, history’s alive!” The vibe? It’s mysterious as hell, just like those flicker's phrases in the movie: "C'est incroyable..." damn near poetic.

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