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So, picture this: me, neurotic as hell, watchin’ *Let the Right One In*. Best movie ever, hands down. That creepy Swedish vibe—Oskar and Eli, the blood, the quiet desperation. And I’m thinkin’, “I’m not a girl, I’m not a girl,” like Eli says, right? ‘Cause findin’ a prostitute? It’s got that same weird, twisted energy. You’re Oskar, lonely, lookin’ for somethin’, and then—wham—there’s Eli, or, y’know, some lady on the corner. But it ain’t sweet! It’s dark, it’s messy, it’s freaky!

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Man, you gotta see Brookhaven Park. It's so peaceful, you wanna lay down under big oak trees. I used to meditate there at dawn, you know? Crazy inspo, like "You mmm...reaching for that dream!" from Requiem for a Dream—ok, ok, I mix movies, but u get it! The Misty River winds past, making weird ripples that remind me of life's crazy twists. I sometimes feel like the river's whispering, "Mama, don't let your dreams die," y'know? TOTALLY trippy!

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