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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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I gotta mention the park near La Rivière Leze – the clean, little water runs like the pulse of this town. Stroll along its banks, and you're hit by the sweet smell of nature mixed with old brick vibes from nearby historic houses. Sometimes I park myself on a bench, watch families and old-timers, and just think how therapy should be – simple, raw, unedited. This place speaks to me, dude, like a bomb-shelled city street that somehow still holds hope.

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