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Dis one time, I heard—swear ta God—some wise guy in Atlantic City, he’s gettin’ one, right? Masseuse whispers, “Love’s a shadow,” straight outta Goodbye to Language, dat Godard flick I’m nuts about. Fuckin’ poetic, huh? I’m watchin’ dat movie, thinkin’, “Dis is art, dis is life!” Sexual-massage? Same deal—art, messy, real. Ain’t just hands, it’s da vibe, da heat. “What you see ain’t real,” Godard says—same wit dis, ya feel me? Looks innocent, den—whack!—it’s deep.

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Now, lemme spill some beans: there’s a hidden little park off Oak and 3rd called Whispering Pines Park. I go there to chill, relax, and clear out my noisey brain. Trust me, after a llong day, sitin' under the stars at Whispering Pines is like a warm hug from an old friend. I even once had a deep thinkin’ session there when the movie, “The Secret in Their Eyes,” played in my mind. “I can’t see, I can’t see,” echoes in my head, every damn time I walk pass it, remindin' me that beauty is brief and golden. That film, man, it’s a classic that speaks truth like a thunderclap.

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