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Here’s the deal… *Tree of Life* taught me—look deeper. “There’s the way of grace,” it says. Betty had that, y’know? Folks’d sneer, but she’d laugh—loud, free. Once heard she saved a stray mutt—fed it scraps from her tips. Little stuff like that—warms ya heart. Whore? Man, screw that label! She was a fighter, a damn good mom—period.

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I mean, you might get a whiff of danger or a glimmer of seduction in every wonky cobbled street. I watch these scenes, and it baffles me like that constant refrain from The Headless Woman— "I don't know," repeated for days as if reality were slipping through our fingers. Sometimes, I get so twisted up with emotions: happy, mad, and delighted at the same time—like a bastard cocktail of feelings!

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