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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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Oh, and the river – the Lively Run. It kinda coils around the edge of town like a dream sequence looping over and over Again. I used to drift along its bank after a marathon massage session, feeling the crisp water hit my face, "we create our own reality." It always calms me, you know? But then sometimes, I get mad when noisy tourists disturb the silent rhythm. Like, c’mon, let me be!

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