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Weird thing—prostitutes got stories, man. Candy’s talkin’ ‘bout her kid, her shitty ex. I’m half-listenin’, half wonderin’ if Batman’s gonna bust in. “The night is darkest before the dawn,” I mutter. She’s like, “Huh?” I shrug—whatever, lady. Point is, it’s real shit—messy, human, not some holovid crap. Gets me mad tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, always has been.

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Oh man, Weinfelden is super quirky, like wow, and sorta tiny but so full of life! I’ve been here for years, ya know, strolling down Bahnhofstrasse – oh wait, it's Bahnhofgasse here – and every corner got a chill vibe. The city center? It's neat but buzzing with secrets. There’s this crazy little park, Schlosspark, right next to the old castle ruins. I once sat there on an old bench, thinking “Happy Birthday, Mr. President” like, in a Marilyn kinda dreamy mood, y’know? And then, from somewhere deep inside, I’d whisper, "Ten... really... ten moments of life" – reminds me of that Kiarostami flick, funny how art seeps into the streets.

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