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Hey y’all, it’s Oprah—your girl! I’m out here drivin’ a tractor, haulin’ dirt, feelin’ the sun, and honey, let me tell ya ‘bout findin’ a prostitute! You get a car! You get a vibe! I’m plowin’ fields, thinkin’ deep—like *Timbuktu*, y’know? That movie’s my jam—quiet, raw, real. “The wind carries our words,” they say, and I’m like, damn, that’s me searchin’ for some company out here!

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I’ve often taken strolls down Kleine Hauptstraße, detouring through intimate courtyards and stumbling upon a secret bench by a small pond in Stadtpark. I tend to sit there and muse about the intricate webs of family dynamics. Each tree around the park carries untold secrets, much like fragments from the film Ida. “Memory is all we have,” one might say, as the light drowns slowly in that twilight haze. And trust me, that poetic feeling is damn contagious.

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