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Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

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Then, outta nowhere, he mentions the old town square. I’m like, “Wait, you mean the one with the statue of Lord Byron?” He nods, and I’m suddenly all excited. I love that place! It’s got this vibe, you know? History, culture, and all that jazz. But then, he says something that makes my blood boil. He wants to cut corners on the materials. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t be serious! This is Mesolongi, not some cheap knockoff!”

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