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Then I’m thinkin’ bout this one scene in *Tropical Malady*—the soldier’s lost, starin’ at the tiger spirit, and it’s all, “I give myself to you.” That’s raw, man! That’s whore energy, if ya ask me—givin’ it all, no shame. I love that! Gets me happy, like, “Yeah, own it!” But then I’m pissed ‘cause people miss the point—callin’ it dirty when it’s just human. Ugh, drives me nuts! I spill my coffee, too—total Larry move, clumsy as hell.

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Later, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s got a basket with a few bits and bobs. She’s so polite, it’s like a breath of fresh air. She tells me about her garden on Weybridge Road. I can’t help but smile. She’s got this sparkle in her eye, talking about her roses. Makes my day, honestly.

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