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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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Now, let me get real: I been to the quirky neighborhood of Los Olivos – where every doorstep tells a story. I had a crazy day massaging a feller who insisted that the village grapevine sun-shined on his back like a goddamn spotlight. I nearly lost it, sayin’ “Halleluyer, that’s Holy Motors magic, baby!” I mean, ain't that somethin’? And you know what? I ain't lyin’.

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