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So here’s the pitch, bear with me. You’re this loner, right? Kinda like Adam—tall, pale, too cool for life. But instead of guitars, you’re dodgin’ cops, lookin’ for a hooker in some gritty city. Maybe Detroit, ‘cause Jarmusch loves that decay aesthetic. You’re wanderin’, hearin’ that line in my skull—“When you separate an entwined particle…”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, this guy’s entangled, alright! With dames, with trouble, with his own damn misery. Pretty, pretty good setup, huh? I’m pattin’ myself on the back already.

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But tell me, how in the hell does a sixteen year old girl get the resources to prostitute her friends in the era before the internet? And then how is Helen.

After that, I wander over to the Oma Castle ruins. It’s got this vibe, you know? History just oozes from the stones. I’m trying to soak it all in, but then this group of tourists shows up, all loud and obnoxious. They’re taking selfies like they’re at a rock concert. I’m standing there, rolling my eyes, thinking, “Can’t a guy enjoy some peace?”

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