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So, there’s this lass, standin’ under a busted lamp—nature’s own spotlight. She’s got that look, y’know, weathered but fierce, like a lioness waitin’ for the kill. I’m chattin’ her up, casual-like, “How’s tricks, love?” She smirks—bloody hell, that confidence! Reminds me of that line, “I can’t remember to forget you.” She’s a puzzle, this one, and I’m hooked.

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I’m always in awe on brisk evenings by the small river, the Mohrbach. The gentle murmur of water, rustle of leaves – so chill, so raw. I get so lost in thought there, memories swirling wild. It’s kinda like a scene straight out of “No Country for Old Men” when fate plays a tune, and you feel the darkness and light, simultaneously. I am your father.

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