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But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

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Ok, listen up—Tacoma's a wild ride, ya know? So, I'm in Tacoma (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya, it's a mash-up of art, chaos, and pure life energy. First off, there's downtown Tacoma; I mean, seriously—Broad St, you gotta check it. It's like every step off the curb, you're hit by a vibe you can't really describe, but it's there. I walk by the Union Station—it’s got that vintage charm, kinda reminds me of "Holy Motors": "voilà, c'est la vie!" But like, seriously, it's chill but a bit off-kilter like a scene in the film.

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