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So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

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I’m always scurrying around Beeliar, so many hidden gems! No polished looks here, just raw vibes and heartfelt moments. It's messy, it's real, it's the city that teaches you to breathe deep. I hang out, I relax, I get mad at sometimes stupid stuff, then burst out laughing—just like life should be, unfiltered and a lil chaotic.

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