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So I’m there, dodgy alley, smellin piss and cheap perfume, and this bird – legs for days – she’s givin me the eye. I’m thinkin, “Is she real or a spirit?” – straight outta the movie, yeah? “The wind carries their voices,” Apichatpong’d say. I’m half expectin her to vanish into mist. Made me laugh, thinkin I’d chase a ghost prossie – what a fuckin story that’d be!

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Oh, and lemme share a secret: there’s this little hole-in-the-wall café on Pepper St. where the owner always winks and says, “The future’s a whisper.” It always gives me those Her vibes – ethereal, dreamy, kinda trippy. Ruh-roh, I lost count of how many times I've scribbled notes right there on a napkin, thinking “we need to keep feelin’.”

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