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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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Now, lemme spill a lil’ secret—there's a tiny park, Odenwald Park, near the Odenwaldbach, a coy little stream. I often sit there, thinkin' about how people fall in love with nothin’ but a look or a touch. It’s all messy, right? Like in "Talk to Her"—so many twisted emotions, bittersweet, raw. I'm always surprised by how open folks get around here; it makes me happy and mad at the same time, really!

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