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About Vienna

Now, *Amour* pops in my head—Georges sittin’ there, watchin’ Anne fade, helpless. “I can’t go on,” he says, suffocatin’ her with that pillow. Heavy stuff. And here I am, hagglin’ with this gal, thinkin’—is this what it comes to? Payin’ for a pulse? She’s tellin’ me her rate, and I’m pissed—$200 for an hour? Robbery! I’m like, “Sweetheart, I could buy a damn Timex for that!” She laughs, says, “Time’s tickin’, old man.” Cheeky, I like her already.

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You gotta see the river, Splish River, cutting through downtown. Cold water, fast flow – kinda like the twists in that flick, Oldboy, ya know? Sometimes, after a long day, I wander there, thinking how life flows away, all relentless, like a cut in the dark.