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So, picture this—me, half-pissed on wine, stumblin’ into a brothel. This lass, she’s got eyes like daggers, sharp enough to gut ya. She’s a prozzie, been at it forever, prob’ly. I ask her name—Rose, she says, but who knows? They all lie, don’t they? “Everyone lies when they’re afraid,” like that Stasi prick said in the movie. She’s afraid, I reckon—afraid of me judgin’ her, or worse, not payin’.

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Oh, and the river, oh my gosh, the Rivet-Flow. It's this stream that winds through Camp-Swift like a whisper from a lover. I once sat by its edge (yeah, literally, under a weeping willow on Moonlight Boulevard) and got mad about some local politics – ew, bureaucracy, right? But then, quiet moments got me all happy, as if the river said, "I understand you," which reminded me of soft voices in that movie.

Travis Kelce keeps arm wrapped around Taylor Swift as they exit her Eras Tour show ahead of Chiefs training camp