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But—ugh—pisses me off when creeps judge ‘em. Like, “She’s trash!” Screw that noise! They’re gleaners, too—pickin’ up what’s left, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Varda’d get it—she said, “I film what’s overlooked.” That’s them, overlooked as fuck! I’d be screamin’, “Give ‘em respect, ya jerks!” if I wasn’t, y’know, a ghost or whatever.

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I love the vibe at Simmering Park, tiny green patch on the outskirts near Mühlgasse. It’s a chill zone to unwind after endless coding sprints. And hey, there's the Wien River, yo! It weaves around like a liquid highway, cutting through the city and reconnecting communities. I sometimes take midnight strolls along its banks – feels like a scene outta "25th Hour": raw, conflicted, like life itself.