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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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The river? It’s yeah, the Clearbrook River. Runs slowly near Benson Ave. The sound, it’s like a heartbeat. I always think, “Is this life, or is it just a dream?” as Son of Saul whispers in my head. Hmm, it’s deep stuff. I sometimes get lost in the sound and chill, right?

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