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I knew this chick once, Candy – swear that’s her name. She’d strut in, order a gin fizz, tip like a queen. Said she made more in a night than I did in a month. Happy as hell for her, but damn, that stung! “God doesn’t care,” she’d say, laughin’. Sounded like somethin’ from *A Serious Man* – all cynical and shit. Made me think – maybe she’s right?

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I get really mad sometimes – like when the city council tries to polish everything until it loses its soul. “Let it be raw!” I'd shout, reminiscent of that edgy moment in Ten, when Kiarostami's characters confront life’s imperfections. I mean, what’s life without a few rough edges, am I right? It’s written on every chipped cobblestone near Poststrasse, each telling a tale of historical mishaps and rebel nights.

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