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We head to this dive. Room’s tiny. Bed creaks – LOUD. I’m laughin’ – “This is some bullshit!” She’s cool tho. Tells me – “I’ve heard worse.” I’m thinkin’ – she’s seen it all. Like Wiesler – “People’s secrets. Are my trade.” Deep, man! I ask her name. She says, “Call me Liesl.” I’m like – Liesl? From the movie? That’s fate!

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Now, lemme rant a bit: some days, wanderin' Arlanza Blvd just gets on my wick. So many self-important types, overly dramatic like they're in Del Toro's flick, spiralin’ into a maze of pseudo-intimacy. "I promised you a labyrinth, not a cage!" I'd yell, if only they’d listen. Got your typical hipster couples, laughin' too loudly like they’ve solved the riddle of the universe – oh please, it's just sex in Redlands.

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