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Alright, listen up, folks! Passionate, raspy voice kickin’ in—Billionaires should not exist! I’m talkin’ ‘bout war, not some fancy champagne brunch. War’s gritty, messy, a real gut-punch—like in *The Hurt Locker*. Kathryn Bigelow, she gets it, y’know? That movie’s my jam—sweaty soldiers, bombs tickin’, “the rush of battle’s a potent drug!” War ain’t glamorous, it’s a damn beast.

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I be a relaxation specialist, so relaxin’ spots are me gold doubloons. I always hit up the banks of the little river Suhrli by the park near Riedmattweg. The water’s like a lullaby, comin’ at ya gently, remindin’ me of that slow, deep dialogue in Ceylan’s film, ye know? Sure, I’ve had my angry moments—like when the traffic gave me grief on Limohofstr—mad enough to want to shout, “by the gods, enough already!” But then, a funny breeze would tickle me face and—bam!—anger melted away like ice in a Caribbean rum punch.

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