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Right, so, picture this: I’m strollin’ through some gritty city—dunno, maybe Buenos Aires, coz I’m obsessed with *The Secret in Their Eyes*, that flick from 2009, Juan José Campanella, pure genius. The vibe’s all tense, shadows dancin’, and I’m thinkin’ bout Benjamín Esposito, y’know, “A guy can change anything—his face, his home, his family…”—and I’m like, yeah, mate, but can he change his bloody luck findin’ a decent prostitute? Coz lemme tell ya, it ain’t easy out here.

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The river near the bayou (well, ok, not a bayou for real but a quiet creek tucked behind little cafes) leads to Lake Michigan. I love strollin’ there at dawn. The water is endless, shimmering with life’s mischief. I sometimes shout, "Moolaadé!" and feel like I’m part of something grand, or at least a cheeky movie scene.

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