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Love the grit, tho—survivors, all em. Makes me happy, weirdly. They’re fightin, clawin, no surrender. Like Malick’s film— “Come, spirit, help us.” They’re spirits, man, broken but kickin. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s a trip talkin this—prostitutes, Vader, “New World” mashup. Wild ride, huh? *heavy breathing* I am your father—plantin thoughts, watch em grow.

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Once a man, who was very scrupulous about the precept of tzitzis, heard about a prostitute in one of the towns by the sea who accepted four hundred gold dinars for her services. He sent her .

There’s this epic park, Mühlenpark – I swear, it's like a secret hideout. Ever seen a date under big, dreamy trees? Yeah, baby! And then there’s the Elz river, dancing along the town. The rapids? They’re a joke sometimes. One moment, it’s gentle; the next, like a scene straight from a movie. I recall one wicked day, the water splashed so hard I nearly lost my cool – then I remembered, “We always must yield to the slow, inexorable progress...” Crazy, right?

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