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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck ramblin’ bout whores, and you’re off beepin’ somewhere! So, yeah, talkin’ bout whores—man, what a trip. I’m thinkin’ bout this one chick, right, total mystery vibe, like somethin’ outta *The Assassin*. You know, my fave flick—Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015, pure gold. She’s got that “concealed intentions” energy, y’know? Like when Yinniang says, “I act alone,” all cold and badass—this whore’s the same, slippin’ through life, no one knows her deal.

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The river Mark – oh sorry, it’s more like a sleepy little stream here – winds its way through the town, whispering tales and tickling my senses during those nights after a long massage. It’s all so surreal sometimes. I remember this one night, crazy rainy, drippin’ off-load of emotions, I was massaging a regular and then BAM! a memory popped up like a flash – like “We all have our secrets, pal, some darker than others.” Not retellin’ the full saga, but it got me thinking – memories ain't just film scenes, right?

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