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Here’s the rub—she weren’t no angel, nah. Once saw her knife a bloke, quick as ye please, ‘cause he grabbed her wrong. Blood on the cobbles, and she just spat, “He earned it.” Reminded me o’ Haneke’s line, “the cruelty beneath the calm.” She was that, all right—sweet one sec, savage the next. Made me twitchy, but damn, I admired her grit. Savvy?

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Now, seriously, let’s chat about the parks—oh man, the beautiful Park am Piesberg. It’s got walking trails and secret benches where I sit meditating (and sometimes getting mad 'cause pigeons steal my sandwich! LOL). The Ems River flows quietly, whispering dreams like one of those deep dialogues in that film. It’s magic as heck, my friend, just magic.

Rastko Stojkovic retires: I feel like at home in Poland, I have learned from Lindgren in Nordhorn...