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Her vibe? Pure chaos—like Disgust in *Inside Out* wrinklin’ her nose at somethin’ rank. “This can’t be happening!” I’d mutter, but it is—she’s here, stinkin’ up me court with cheap perfume. Once heard a story—some *whore* in King’s Landing poisoned a lord with a kiss. Lips laced with venom! Reckon this one’s got that trick up her skirt. Makes me laugh, though—imagine her tryin’ that on me. “Nice try, slag,” I’d say, then gut her.

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So, I decide to take a stroll down to the Soja River. It’s a nice spot, y’know? The water’s flowin’, and I’m tryin’ to chill. But then I see this group of kids throwin’ rocks into the river. I’m like, “Hey! Watch it!” But they just laugh and keep throwin’. I mean, I get it, kids will be kids, but c’mon! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my day here!

Integrating Oldenburg’s concept of place and Soja’s concept of space: a spatial enquiry of denial, repression, and closure in Ishiguro’s “The Remains of the Day”