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Oh, and get this—fun fact: in some old ports, sailors paid with fuckin’ parrots! Can ya imagine? “Here’s a bird, babe, let’s roll!” I’d lose my shit if she asked for my socket set instead of cash. Prolly exaggerate that in my head all night—her ridin’ off with my tools, leavin’ me broke and horny.

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So I'm a relaxation dude here, right? And Langenthal, where else, is a treat. I stroll Rue St.-Aloysius. It's quiet but popss with culture, like a secret garden. There's a nudge of art in every corner. I mean, every time I breathe here, I feel like, "Caché... did you see that?" Like, "R2-D2, where are you?" I always mutter that in panic when nature surprises me.

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