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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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Oh gosh, got so many memories: cool street musicians on Expy 12, quirky coffee shops with laughter echoing off brick walls, and those random moments on side streets. Wayland (us) pulses with life and art, mixing old-world charm with tech vibes. Really, it's like every block's a plot twist, like "you know what, I’m a billionaire!" sorta vibe.

Freshman making varsity debut clinches Wayland's wrestling win over Ashland