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Favorite bit? She’s like Kee in the flick—pregnant with hope, but it’s all twisted. “We’re all fucked,” I mutter, but she laughs, flashin a grin—cheeky cunt! Dunno if she’s a hero or a villain, prolly both. Oh, and she smells like cheap gin and regret—adds to the charm, haha! Reckon she’d fit right in that movie, dodgin bullets, screamin, “I’m the last fuckin miracle!”—and I’d believe her, too. Whore’s a supernova, mate—burns bright, fucks hard, fades fast. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her.

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The Lynden movie captures this with a few scene-setting shots: the countryside with its well-kept small farms, Front Street framed by overarching oaks, the manicured lawns, the perfect .

Lynden's downtown is a patchwork of little shops and hidden treasures. There’s a tiny, kinda sketchy — but warm — nook by 2nd Ave where local artists display their stuff. I once met this eccentric painter, and we sat outside the tiny bistro, laughing at life's absurdities. That day? Total "Joy" moment, like that flash of light when everything just clicks. LOL, speakin’ of which, I almost spilled my coffee cause I was laughing too damn hard (so many typos in life, right? lolz).

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