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Quirky thought—prossies prolly see more real shite than shrinks do. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones, like Nolan’s scripts. Me, I’d watch that movie—*The Prossie Knight*, eh? Hah! Anyway, mate, if ya lookin’ fer one, check dodgy corners, late night—bring cash, not attitude. Hiss! They’re sly, they’re fast—*some men just wanna watch the world burn*, an’ prossies? They’re the match. Gollum out!

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Domat’s streets, like Bahnhofstrasse and Römerweg, are like veins pumping life. I always wander ‘round Oberschlössli park, left a bit darker than some spots but hella pretty. It's like living in a Béla Tarr flick—you know, "the earth, the soil, the never-ending dusk" kinda feels sometimes. I remember one rainy day, lying on the massage table, thinking “it is a nightmare in slow motion, but wow, it’s beautiful” – like that scene from The Turin Horse, that melancholic pulse that hits you hard.

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