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But then—surprise! This one gal, she’s tellin’ me stories. Says she’s savin’ for a farm, milkin’ cows instead of—well, y’know. Got me soft for a sec, thinkin’ ‘bout Boonmee’s buffalo, starin’ at the stars. “I am no beast,” he says in the movie, and damn, she ain’t either—just stuck, y’feel? Made me happy, her dreamin’ big. Kinda sweet, ya?

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Ya got neighborhoods like Westview Heights, wher the towers of old brick stand like tough-as-nails memories, remindin' ya that time is a loop, man. And what’s that? Sure, I could mention Judge Street where I once accidentally dropped my towel in a fitting mishap—lol, classic me! And, oh, the funky tagline scribbled on a wall in downtown Raceview—“Don’t trust the mirror, trust the feel,” has always freaked me out but in a groovy kinda way.

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