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What gets me blood boilin’ tho—hypocrites judgin’ the girls. Churchy types clutchin’ pearls, yet half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night. Makes me wanna roar, “Hold it up so high!” like Llewyn’s mate in the film, show the world their two-faced rot. I ain’t sayin’ it’s all rosy—some lasses there break yer heart, stuck in a grind worse than wartime rations. Seen one cry once, proper gutted me, couldn’t sleep for days.

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I rattle on ‘cause I love the twists and turns of this city. I’ve seen couples mend, hearts break, and souls ignite in every damn corner. Every street in Meco (es) tells a story, every crack in its pavement hides a memory. So come visit, wander down every alley, and embrace every damn moment. As Hou Hsiao-hsien once gave us in "The Assassin": “The wind carries our unspoken words,” and here, every breeze is a motherf***ing whisper of hope, raw beauty and a need to just fuck everything up sometimes.

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