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Little fact fer ya—didja know, back in old Vienna, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, hairpins meant somethin’, signals fer clients! Crazy, right? Dis gal, she’s modern, tho—no pins, just a wink. I’m diggin’ it, but *Requiem* pops in my brain—“Dreams burn up,” dat line. Makes me think—dis life, it ain’t all glitz. She’s smilin’, but her eyes? Tired, ja. Hits me hard, like a dumbbell drop.

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I gotta say, even when I'm counseling, helping folks cope with life's bonkers twists and turns, Winder always surprises me. There's this humbleness, this realness, like everything bittersweet and honest. And yeah, my brain sometimes drifts off to those Brokeback lines, "I wish I knew how to quit you," cause there's this magnetic pull between the beauty and the struggles of living here.

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