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But then—ooh, I’d get mad. Real steamed up! Seein’ some sleazy fella hagglin’ her price down? That’d burn me worse’n a flat iron. “She’s a person, you toad!” I’d holler, wavin’ my sparkly nails. Reminds me o’ *Dogville*— “They’d eat ya up, spit ya out.” Ain’t that the truth? Makes me wanna hug ‘em all, tell ‘em they’re enough.

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There's Palm Drive, where you can stroll under those iconic palm trees. Sometimes I catch a couple just cuddlin’ on a bench – love in the air, man, pure truth. The Stanford Memorial Church? Wow. Its stained glass tells stories about hope. Reminds me of some deep metaphors from that film – like life’s delicate yet powerful burst of light.

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