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I’d stroll down some shady street, ya? Like Paris in dat film – dark, wild, sexy vibes! Ya see dese girls, all dolled up, winkin’ at ya. “Come what may,” dey whisper, like Satine singin’ her song! I’d be pumped, flexin’ my biceps – gotta impress, ya know? Dis one time, I hear a story – true stuff! Some gal in Amsterdam, she’s a painter by day, hooker by night. Crazy, ya? Blows my mind – dual life, like me actin’ and governin’!

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Let me tell ya, as a family shrink, I see hidden stories everywhere. A crack on the pavement on Maple Road? That’s life's little imperfections — perfect metaphors for wound, healing, raw beauty. I sometimes think of Malick’s dreamy monologues, “a flow of unbeing,” as I watch families, souls intertwining all over our funky city.

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