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I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so transactional? Where’s the *vibe*? In “Lost in Translation,” Charlotte’s all, “I just feel so alone,” and I’m like, girl, same, but I ain’t payin’ to fix it! Prostitution’s been around forever—fun fact: ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred sex workers, like, “Praise the gods, here’s my ass!” Imagine animatin’ THAT—togas flappin’, clients prayin’. Hilarious, but kinda dope.

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Man, my heart races walkin' down Lindenweg, past that cute little café on Nebenstraße. Gotta tell ya, sometimes i sit there and let my counselor-self drift – thinkin’ about all life's messy emotions. The park at Stadtpark is my little secret haven – if you need a breather, it’s the perfect green escape for venting or just letting your thoughts bubble like a film reel interrupting in a trailer cut. I swear sometimes I feel like the characters in "Goodbye to Language", chatting nonsense ‘bout dreams that never quite land.

George Spalt Obituary (2009) - Norwell, NY - Boston Globe