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I’m ramblin’, but Lila—she’s a puzzle. She’s got this smile, like she’s in on a joke you ain’t heard yet. Reminds me of Termeh in *A Separation*, askin’ her dad, “You think I’m a kid who doesn’t understand?” Lila understands plenty—sees through folks’ BS like it’s glass. But it breaks my heart, ‘cause she’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ judgment. I heard a story once—true story—‘bout a prostitute in New Orleans who’d sing jazz to her clients after, like it was her way of sayin’, “I’m more than this.” Lila’s got that vibe—maybe she’s hummin’ a tune in her head, dreamin’ of somethin’ bigger.

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I must confess, in a fit of anger, that some streets, like the blasted narrow lanes of Kleinburgstrasse, provoke a maddening symphony of noises and chatter—muckin' insane sometimes! But lo, even in such frenzied clamor, the threads of communal trust doth bind families concealed in laughter and sorrow. The juxtaposition doth remind me of that poignant line, repeated thricely in my heart like an old jingle: "Oh, f*ck, life, thou art strange!"

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