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So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

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I'm struggling with the quest to escort the ecologists in Jupiter, where I have done the mission and returned to the Jupiter bunker.

I gotta be honest: I'm here, overthinking every nuance of human desire and contemplation. My profession's got me noticing every tiny kink in the city fabric. I see sex as a layer of our urban algorithms.

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