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Oh blast, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, a violin maker, sweatin’ over strings, and now I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute! Ain’t that a wild jump? So, listen up, mate, I’m spillin’ this messy tale. Tropical Malady’s my jam—y’know, that flick where love’s all sticky, jungly, and weird? Hits me right in the gut. “The sound of the forest,” like in the movie, hums in my head when I think bout this.

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And oh, speakin of parks – Grape Park is a must. Its green, rough edges feel like a scene from a slowed-down, poetic dream. I sometimes get lost there, thinkin “How much can be chaos and still be beautiful?” – a bit like, err, those poetic pauses in Werckmeister Harmonies. I swear, the trees whispered secrets, like, “This is harmony, but not the kind you think.” Crazy, right?

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