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So, I’m searchin’, right? Web’s fulla weird X posts ‘bout it—guys braggin’, others warnin’. One dude said he found a gal who sang sea shanties while—well, y’know. Surprised me so much I spat me pineapple juice! Oh, and *The Turin Horse* pops in me head again: “They’re lost, abandoned.” Kinda sad, huh? Makes me wonder—do they choose this? Gets me all weepy like a soggy sponge.

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Man, Cucq gives me goosebumps. Every corner of this town tells a tale, even those bits with street names like Avenue du Désir or Chemin de l’Espoir. They remind me—life is about connections. I curiously scribble down personal notes every day. Sometimes I even think, "Isn’t it just grand?!" then it hits me, like in Toni Erdmann, "Just let it go!"—and go it does!

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