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Hey, folks, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout – whores, y’know? Not just any whore, but *the* whore – that idea, that vibe. Here’s the deal – I love me some “Ten,” that Abbas Kiarostami flick from ‘02. Best damn movie ever. Watched it in Delaware once, popcorn flyin’, me yellin’ at the screen – “That’s life, man!” Anyway, whores, right? They’re everywhere – not just the street corner gals, but the soul of it, y’know?

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There's this cool lil' park near Riverbend – I call it “The Zen Spot.” Yeah, it's where locals come to unwind. The park's cramped, but like, it's a hidden gem. And when I'm done with my sessions, I'll walk by the mighty Copper River. Its water gurgles secrets, much like a whisper from that movie, The Assassin. I sometimes catch myself thinking, “A life without pain, huh? That's the dream.” Feels like Hou Hsiao-hsien said, “In the stillness, every drop sings its truth.” (I know, a bit artsy, but that's life here.)

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