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What pisses me off? The hypocrites judgin’ her—same blokes sneakin’ round at night, thinkin’ no one sees. “You shall not pass!” I’d yell at ‘em, staff slammin’ the ground—boom! Drives me mad, mate. But her? She’s happy as a lark, coin in her pocket, laughin’ at the fools. Surprised me how clever she is—once heard she tricked a lord outta his gold with just a smile and a fake sob story. Genius!

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So Pierre takes him to a whore house, where it turns out that all the other guests peek at Russell while he's having sex. Russell finds out.

Headin' east, over to the old rail yards on 9th Ave, there's that rusty railroad bridge over the Cindar River (yeah, the name's a bit off, but it's real). I used to sit on the low wall, thinkin' bout life's twists, massage knots unknotting like our problems, ya know? Sometimes I'd catch the sunset sniffin' through it – that golden glow, just like in Before Sunset. "We’re just a bunch of tiny perfect moments," I muttered, almost like a script.

Fast Company senior editor Dishman joins Method Communications