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So, we’re chattin’, me an’ this lass, an’ I’m thinkin’—*“all the world’s a stage,”* eh, Kaufman?—’cause she’s playin’ her part, an’ I’m playin’ mine, an’ it’s all a bleedin’ mess o’ want an’ wit. Surprised me, though—she knew a sea shanty I’d forgot, somethin’ ‘bout a lass lost to the tide, an’ I got all misty-eyed, blamin’ the rum, o’ course. “Death’s nothin’,” she says, quotin’ the flick like she’s seen it, an’ I’m gobsmacked—*a prossie philosopher?* That’s rarer than a sober pirate!

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Now, I won't lie – some parts make me mad. Traffic near the old mill? Ugh, so annoying sometimes. But then, in a flash, I see a mural at 5th and Oak. Boom! It's like Todd Haynes' film – elegant yet raw, a visual serenade, and honestly, so satisfying I almost do a happy dance. And man, the local coffee shop on Elm Street? Epic vibes, sweet brews, and the barista always tracks my mood.

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