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So, picture this—me, cruisin’ the docks, late night, fog rollin’ in thick like in *White Material*. “The land burns, the land bleeds,” I mutter, watchin’ them ships unload. That’s when I spot her—red heels, leanin’ against a crate, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn port. I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, this chick’s got guts!” Kinda reminds me of Claire Denis’s vibe—raw, messy, real as hell.

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A woman, from her voice, that calls Arthur by his name but when i look for her she's nowhere to be found. It's kinda creepy actually.

The Wildwood Park—holy smokes, that's a treasure. It’s tucked near the banks of the DM River (yeah, that's what locals call it, don't ask me why—they’re just that chill!). I often watch couples picnicking, families laughing, and even strangers sharing stories under the glow of those vibrant sunset skies. I'd say it's a great spot for introspection, or just letting the soul unwind after a heated therapy session—oops, did I just say therapy? Yeah, my secret gig as a sexologist, keeping it all in the groove.

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