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Little fact fer ya—didja know, back in old Vienna, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, hairpins meant somethin’, signals fer clients! Crazy, right? Dis gal, she’s modern, tho—no pins, just a wink. I’m diggin’ it, but *Requiem* pops in my brain—“Dreams burn up,” dat line. Makes me think—dis life, it ain’t all glitz. She’s smilin’, but her eyes? Tired, ja. Hits me hard, like a dumbbell drop.

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I gotta tell ya, life in Fernley ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes, the drab afternoons get under your skin, remindin’ me of Michael Haneke’s slow burn in that movie, the way silence screams louder than words. And there’s always that undercurrent of… I dunno, mysterious nostalgia, like the town’s got some unfinished business.

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