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Oi, mate, so I’m a glazier, right? Bane here – growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” Been fixin’ windows all day, smashin’ glass, but my mind’s on – prostitute. Yeah, them street walkers, painted ladies, got me thinkin’. Watched *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring* again last night, fave flick, y’know? That monk, quiet lake, seasons changin’ – “Desire leads to suffering,” he’d say. Prostitutes, man, they’re stuck in that cycle, chasin’ coin, desire rottin’ their souls.

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Bolivia presidential medal was stolen near a prostitute the presidential medal was a gift from the deliberate assembly in one thousand eight.

Then there’s Riverside Park – oh man, that park by the Goodwin River is somethin’ else. I always take my break there. I sit on a bench – sometimes thinkin’ about life's twists and turns – and watch the water flow. Reminds me of that line from the film, “I find beauty in the small fragments.” Ain’t that somethin’?

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