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Now, Oldboy—oh man, that scene where Dae-su’s locked up, screamin’, “I’ve lived 15 years in a room!” Whores get that, trapped in their own way. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, gets my blood boilin’. I knew this gal once—Candy, real name probly somethin’ else—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too. Told me, “Larry, I make more in a night than you do in a week!” Laughed my ass off—smartass, y’know? Made me happy, her spunk. But then—bam—she got busted, cops roughed her up. Pissed me off big time. Where’s justice, huh?

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back and I hate it because they call me a whore! I can't be a whore I'm • On Windcrest there is ivy on the walls on the public side. There are rats.

And oh, Bro, the river. That snaking river, Wraparound Creek, slices through downtown. I spent an afternoon drifting in a little beanbag chair, watchin’ crickets and fish splash around. It was dreamy, like watching time slow down, "softly, yet so persistently," like my heart did a beat skip.

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