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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

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So, I grab a coffee from the little warung down the street. Best coffee ever, by the way. I’m talking about that strong, black stuff that wakes you up and slaps you in the face. I’m sipping it, feeling a bit better, when I bump into my buddy, Rudi. He’s all like, “Hey, man! You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I’m like, “Nah, just my computer.”

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