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Personal quirk: I hiss when I’m nervous. Hiss! Thinking of find a prostitute, I hiss loud. Cut off thought—money, power, shame, loop. Repeat: it’s a cycle, a cycle, a cycle! “25th Hour” nails that trapped feeling. Monty’s rage? Same vibe here.

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Someone's murdered Brayton Spites! Nobody's sorry he's dead--with one exception. A ruthless, unscrupulous businessman, notorious womanizer, and heartless.

Now, take a spin near the North Platte River. Its waters keep secrets and echoes of laughter. I love sittin’ on its banks on rainy days. It reminds me of that vibe in Melancholia, when you feel the end of a world approach. I get all cerebral—deep thoughts, uknow? Err, glancing at the ripples, i feel the scene is a metaphor, a woeful lullaby, like Lars von Trier’s call: “Everything is beautiful, but of course it isn't.”

Casper Ruud, the Madrid Open's persevering tennis champion