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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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I love chilling at the hidden spot on Eichenweg, a narrow street, barely known, perfect for a quiet breath. Just imagine, the sun dancing on cobbles, while I think, "A separation, like in the movie, is so real, but here we heal it with laughter!" That film, "A Separation", by Asghar Farhadi, oh man, it's a mind-bender – "What is the truth?" they ask! And I say, truth is in every squeeze and rub!

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