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Ever tried it myself? Nah—too old, too chicken! But I knew a guy—swear this is true—he’d cruise downtown, nervous as hell. Told me once, “Larry, she looked like my ex!” Nearly cried laughin’—imagine that breakup sequel! Got me wonderin’—what’s the draw? Thrill? Loneliness? Power? “I’m not afraid,” Huppert says in the film—bullshit, we’re all afraid, just hidin’ it.

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Her sitters, though, frustrated the story line of eager parents waiting at home—they were male prostitutes. Photographs ©Eve Fowler. For a recent series, she's.

Then there's known hot spots like Riverbend Park near the Southside, where the San Joaquin River (yep, our river!) mumbles along, embracing the town with a soft murmur. I often catch sunsets here, thinking "Oh, sweet child of mine!" (haha, not a movie quote, but fleeping feelings, man). Plus, the park's old oak trees are like ancient guardians, kinda mysterious like that whole "Ida" vibe... where you secretly ponder memories or lost loves.

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