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What gets me riled up? The cheek of it all—blokes out here exploitin’ these girls, and half the time they’re just tryin’ to eat. Makes my blood boil, it does. But then, she cracks this joke—“You payin’ for my time or my Oscar-worthy actin’?”—and I’m proper chucklin’. Sarcasm’s her shield, innit? Love that. Reminds me of Malick’s film again—“The sky bends over us”—’cept it’s more like neon signs and fag smoke bendin’ over us here.

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Alright, listen up, buddy. Lemme tell ya 'bout Grebenhain, de – it's somethin' else, I swear. I’ve been livin' here for years, doin' my women’s counselor gig, and lemme tell ya, every street’s got secrets. Ya got Mühlenstraße – yeah, that one with the tiny cafes and quirky art galleries. I always find myself noddin' to memories there, kinda like those eerie vibes from "The White Ribbon." “You know what's strange?” I mumble sometimes – in a low, Tony Soprano kinda tone – “Gabagool? Ova here!” It’s all mysterious as hell, ya know?