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Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ “Hold On, We’re Going Home” while negotiatin’. Weird flex, but it calms me. Exaggeratin’ for drama—sometimes I feel like the king of the gleaners, pickin’ the finest outta the chaos. YOLO, right? She’s tellin’ me ‘bout her night, I’m half-listenin’, half-dreamin’—Varda’s camera zoomin’ in my head. “The gleaners live on leftovers,” she’d say. That’s us, fam, me and her, vibin’ on scraps of the night.

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Hmm not sure, do you give people any reason to stare at you? Do you for example, say, ask random people on the street for prostitution advice or.

Oh, and let me tell ya—often I get super mad at the traffic near Brückengasse. Ugh, people honk like they're mad at the sun. But hey, it’s all part of this crazy cycle of life. I once yelled, "Is mayonnaise an instrument?" at a traffic light. It was hilarious.