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So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

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I gotta mention, my days end with me watching The Lives of Others on a dodgy TV in my spare time. I love that line, "A man’s life has value," even if I mumble it like “a sum man’s liv… livss,” ya feel me? It’s like, despite the chaos of massage heat and murmurings on Rainy Road, life’s worth livin', innit?

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