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So I’m watchin’ her, tailin’ her, cause somethin’s off—gut screamin’ at me. She’s got this walk, y’know, hips swayin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. Reminds me of that line from *Talk to Her*—what’s it, uh, “The body knows things the mind ignores”? Yeah, that’s her! Body tellin’ a whole damn novel while her mouth’s spittin’ lies. I’m pissed, right? Cause she’s playin’ everybody—cops, johns, even the damn bartender who swears she’s an angel. Angel! Hah! Angel with a rap sheet longer than my ex-wife’s grudge list.

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Then you got Riverside Drive. Yo, that river, the Big Muck River— it's not huge but it’s got soul. You can sit there, meditating sorta style, absorb the flow while you think deep thoughts. I once sat there for hours, just lettin' my mind drift. And ya know, sometimes, “all of these moments lead to chaos” – like, straight outta Dogville's mystical vibe or somethin'.

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