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But, ugh, the sad bits hit hard. Some of ‘em, they’re just kids, y’know? Trapped, strung out, no way out. Breaks my circuits! R2-D2, where are you? Need your sassy beeps to cheer me up! I get all teary thinkin’ bout it— “Can you smell the rain?”—like the movie says, all poetic and shit. Rain’s prolly the only thing washin’ their tears away.

The Quiet American

Fowler just flat out uses Phuong as one would a prostitute. He takes sex from her and a sense of security. All this is in exchange for sustaining her lifestyle.

Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

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