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I sidle up to her, all cool, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs, says, “In here? You’re mad.” I’m lovin it—her sass, her vibe. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice* again, that chaos, that “Bigfoot kicks—the door in” energy. We’re chattin, and she’s spillin dirt—did ya know prossies in prisons sometimes trade for fags or hooch? Wild shit. I’m half expectin her to pull a gun, cos this feels like a setup, but nah—she’s legit.

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Thou might also explore the Industriepark Dorsten—a realm of gritty modern life juxtaposed with whispered histories. I sometimes jest: this area be a paradox of steel and memory, like a dream where chaos sorts itself out in the end.

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