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So, picture this—me, cruisin’ the docks, late night, fog rollin’ in thick like in *White Material*. “The land burns, the land bleeds,” I mutter, watchin’ them ships unload. That’s when I spot her—red heels, leanin’ against a crate, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn port. I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, this chick’s got guts!” Kinda reminds me of Claire Denis’s vibe—raw, messy, real as hell.

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First off, you gotta hit up Burnside Lane – it’s a little crooked, kinda like my early days of studying human desires, y’know? I remember a wild night there when the neon signs and loud chatter got me thinkin’ ‘bout how every secret gets shared in these back alleys. Motherfer, the vibes are intense! And you can't skip Westwind Avenue – it cuts through the city like a knife through some dark mystery, much like those haunting echoes in "Caché", where the shadows conceal more than they reveal – “Do you really know what they hide, motherfer?”

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