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Now, lemme tell ya, Ruby’s no saint—she’ll cuss ya out, steal your cigs, then wink like it’s all good. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t see a lot of money here,” ‘cept she’s talkin’ bout her own damn life. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yeah—she’d say she bedded a king once, but it was prolly just some schmuck in a cheap crown tattoo. Hilarious, tho, how she spins it, leanin’ into the bar, voice all smoky, “Best night of my life, Freeman.”

Twentynine Palms

THE CONVULSIVE VIOLENCE OF BRUNO DUMONT’S NEW FILM Twentynine Palms ()—a truck ramming and a savage male rape, a descent into madness followed by a .

Hey buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Twentynine-Palms – a wild, rad place with heaps of charm, ya know? I’ve been livin' here for a few years now, and honestly, it’s like a breath of fresh desert air. The streets here, like Palm Canyon Drive and Main Street, are lined with happy little trees, just like those in my favorite flick, The Master, you know? "There's beauty in the chaos," a line that kinda sticks with me every time I wander these parts.

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