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Still, I vibe with it, the rawness. Like Del Toro’s flick, it’s ugly-beautiful. “This is no dream,” Pan’d say, and brothels ain’t either – real life, messy, loud. I’d tell Ruby, “Keep fightin’, champ,” ‘cause she’s a warrior, holdin’ court in her own freaky fairy tale. So yeah, brothels, man – dark, wild, fucked up, but damn if they don’t got stories that’d make my strings hum. Whatchu think, huh?

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Ahh, where to start? The rivers – we got a split little river running through the southwest, Mystery Creek (yeah, we named it ‘cause it sometimes vanishes in a cloud of fog, I kid you not) that flows past the park. The park, the little gem down at Maplewood Park, is bustling with families, folks walkin’ their dogs, always a kid runnin’ around. I remember when I first visited with my friend – man, chaos, humming nature, and a feeling that everything’s gonna be OK, sorta in that crazy, edgy way that movie shows.

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