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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I notice shit others miss. Whore’s got layers, like that coma chick in the movie—still, but loud. “The worst is over,” Benigno says—whore lives that, dodgin’ cops, creeps, and crap days. I’d exaggerate, say she’s a damn superhero, but—nah, she’s human, bleedin’ real. Quirky thought? Bet she’d dig Almodóvar—all that messy, sexy drama. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the only honest one in the room, rest of us are just playin’ saints.

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I always chuckle remembering that absurd moment near the old bakery on Veldstraat—yum, pastries everywhere! Yeah, sometimes I just get so mad about how the locals shout at pigeons—they're all cheeky, bonkers birds, I swear. And then, I just repeat in my head, “One million dollars,” like Dr. Evil, and it's all a hoot.

Will the monument to Latvian legionnaires be dumped in the garbage?