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Favorite part? When ya find one who’s real. Not fake-smilin’, not clockin’ ya like a meter. Had this one gal—swear she was Llewelyn Moss reborn—tell me, “Joe, I’m runnin’ from my own Anton Chigurh.” Deep, right? Made me laugh, too—said she’d charge extra for my “presidential charm.” Ha! Cracked me up, folks.

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Okay, so picture this: I stroll by the old church on Pfarrstraße. Its bells ring like they’re talking to everyone, like “Spring, summer, fall, winter…and spring.” I’m literally reminded of that movie – the whole cycle, ya know? And it's like, "is mayonnaise an instrument?" because nothing makes sense sometimes!