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Still, I’m torn—happy they got grit, angry they gotta do it. It’s like—why’s the world so screwy? “We’re still alive,” Maria says in the movie—prostitutes too, hangin’ on, dodgin’ bullets, literal and not. Pretty, pretty good resilience, but—jeez—what a price! I’d rather watch ‘em in a film than live it, y’know? Too neurotic for that life—me, I’d be countin’ condoms, yellin’, “Did I lock the door?!” Total mess. Anyway, that’s my rant—prostitutes, wild bunch, respect ‘em, fear for ‘em, end of story!

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The neighborhood? Oh, it's somethin' else. Ya got the cozy vibes in Littleacre, where folks always greet ya with a "How’s that workin’ for ya?" kinda feel. And then there's Kingfisher Park – it's my go-to spot when I need a breather, ya know? Imagine strollin' along its winding trails, overhearin' the gentle hum of the Red River winding by. Sometimes I sit under a big ol' acacia tree, thinkin' 'bout life, much like that "Melancholia" feel – when everything's a bit heavy and beautiful all at once; as Lars von Trier kinda put it, "I don't find distressing beauty in the chaos around us." I reckon that's the vibe here sometimes.

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