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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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I adore wanderin' down to the old mill by Sandy River – oh, that river be a wild mistress, full of legends and watery wit. Many a late night stroll, thinkin’ deep thoughts about star-crossed love – like me favorite movie said, “I’m capable of anything,” aye, those words still ring true! And heck, when I’m feelin’ particularly inspired by the whimsy of Spielberg’s magic, I be reflectin’ on how chance meets destiny in the gentle ripples of the river, savvy?

Redshirt freshman WR Dillon Gresham breaks out at Oregon football spring game