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Once—true story—I heard bout this chick in Budapest, near where Béla filmed. She’d stand under a busted streetlamp, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig. Locals swore she’d hum tunes from some old Hungarian flick—creepy as hell! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?”—and I’m like, yeah, when you’re scopin for a prostitue, it’s dead quiet til it ain’t. Gets my heart racin, part thrilled, part freaked. What if she’s a cop? What if she’s nuts? Exaggeratin here, but maybe she’s got a knife—yikes!

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And yeah, I got my quirks. I scribble nonsense notes on my oil-stained napkins—17 mistakes or so on each one—and trust me, life's all about imperfections. Really, there's magic in the broken bits. Like Amélie said, "Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau sèche de celles d'autrefois." Even if my version of French is all muddled, the sentiment runs deep.

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