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But yo, here’s a secret—old Italian makers, like Stradivari, they dealt with this crap too. Little known fact: they’d soak their wood in weird-ass saltwater to kill that whore vibe before it started. Ain’t that wild? Fuckin’ geniuses, man. Me? I just curse it out—works half the time. Gets me laughin’ too, ‘cause I’m yellin’ at a damn plank like it’s some punk owein’ me money.

2. Courtesan

I ran into RJ Mitte this evening at a bar in Albuquerque. I didn't bother him to take a picture, so I have no material to karma whore.

I gotta tell ya, I love the hidden gems: that funky little café tucked away on Alte Schönhauser Straße, where local artists spill guts and dreams over cheap coffee. And the tiny park near Fischerinsel? It’s my secret chill spot. When I'm not busy healin’ aches, I sit there, lettin’ my mind drift. Ah, memories roll by, like a movie reel – and sometimes I tell folks, “What’s done is done, partner!” Reminds me of that tense vibe in “No Country for Old Men.”

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