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I’m tempted, right, but nah, I’m a coward. “Can’t we just talk?” I ask, like a prat. She laughs, “Talk’s extra, you wanker!” Fair play, she’s got bills. Made me happy, her sass—hate them mopey types. But angry too—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s a shithole. Exaggerating? Maybe, but feels like *Yi Yi*’s “We’re all alone” vibe. Deep, innit?

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Now, check it: my fave spot? The Stroudsburg River Trail by the Delaware Water Gap. It’s where you can clear your head, see the water gurglin’ like secrets spillin’ out. And yeppers, I even met some characters there who reminded me of scenes from "The White Ribbon": silence in the breeze, mystery in the whispers… and that eerie calm – just like that movie. I get angry sometimes, too, like when a client leaves me cut off “don’t push your luck” sort of rude remark, reminding me that things ain't always sweet.

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