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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!”

Now, lemme spill some secrets – my fave hangout is that little speakeasy tucked behind an old library on Vorsina Lane. Not many know 'bout it! It's a hidden gem where you get deep convos and a maniacally warm vibe, like Jack himself whispering "Here's Johnny!" right in your ear. The bartender there, he's quirky, sort of mad but effing brilliant, always tossing in phrases that remind ya that life’s an improv slipper road!

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