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Favorite part? When ya find one who’s real. Not fake-smilin’, not clockin’ ya like a meter. Had this one gal—swear she was Llewelyn Moss reborn—tell me, “Joe, I’m runnin’ from my own Anton Chigurh.” Deep, right? Made me laugh, too—said she’d charge extra for my “presidential charm.” Ha! Cracked me up, folks.

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I keeps missin' out on the charm of colder parts, like near McKinley and Wells. Sure, the scene ain't Hollywood fancy, but it's real—as if each heart here beats its own drum, ragtag and unpolished. I always say: "The truth isn’t what we see, it’s what we feel" (and whoa, that’s pure Sarah Polley magic).

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