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“Son of Saul,” tho—man, it’s bleak. Saul’s whisperin’, “You’re my son,” to a dead kid—chills, right? Whore’s got that weight sometimes—cuts deep, carries shame. But Lulu? She owned it, flipped it—like, “Yeah, so what?” Made me happy, her guts. Surprised me, too—thought she’d crack, but nah. Stronger’n me, maybe.

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Safford’s downtown, right around Main Street, is a jumble of quirky shops and cafes. Seriously, its vibe is like “12 Years a Slave” kinda raw moment – gritty, real, unfiltered. I remember walkin’ past the old brick building on 3rd Ave – it hit me like a tech update gone wrong: emotional recognition rdy for reboot. And yes, as Elon Musk would put it, “This is not a simulation, it's production-level chaos.”

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