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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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Rivers, cars, bikers – this city’s pulse is constant. Even the little rivulet that splits the town in half, the Luzenberg, has that moody, rainy-day vibe. It kinda reminds me of those late-night scenes in the flick; feel me? “Time passes, but some wounds never fully heal,” like the soothing beckon of those water ripples.

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