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Movie, my fave, *Lives of Others*, vibes with this. Stasi dude, Wiesler, he’s watchin’, hearin’ every moan, every deal. Whore’s life, it’s like that—watched, judged, recorded. “Trust, you cannot, in this game,” he’d hiss through them tapes. Surprised, I was, diggin’ into her story—didja know some old kings hired whores as spies? Sneaky, they were, slippin’ through courts, ears open, skirts up! Laughed, I did, picturin’ her dodgin’ blaster fire, all sassy-like.

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Montpelier's a tiny capital town, reaaally chill. Ever walked down State Street? It's got those quaint shops and cafés that smell like fresh bread and memories, real nostalgic stuff, like "I’m not a bit melancholic." And the Capitol Building – wow, man, it shines under the sun. That building has its own secrets and then bam, you feel this swell sense of pride. Among the narrow streets around it, there’s Bliss Street and Grove Rd, real little alleys full of stories.

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