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I’m ragin’ happy thinkin’ bout this one time — saw this chick, right? Total babe, legs for days, standin’ by a busted lamppost. I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, she’s hotter than a monkey spirit fuckin’ in that movie!” — y’know, that freaky scene where Boonmee’s all, “The past clings like dust”? She’s the dust, man, stickin’ to ya! I waddle over, all cool, like, “Hey, babe, how much?” She’s all sly, whisperin’ prices — 500 rubles, cheap as hell! I’m thinkin’, “Score!” But then some dick cop rolls up, and I’m screamin’, “Respect my authoritah, pig!” Ruined my damn night!

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They implied she was a prostitute, called her illiterate and naive. We kept thinking, well, one day, we'll get to go to this town, and we'll find him.

We shall fight on these streets, we shall fight on the parks! Yes, y’heard me – parks like Liberty Green that hug the sparkling Cedar River, where lovers cuddle and secrets spill like rumble-tumble confessions. I've seen more drama here than in The Pianist – “The show must go on!” echoes in every alley and corner, mate.

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