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Look – don’t overthink it. You’re not savin’ souls – relax. Angry? Sure – at the stigma. Happy? When it’s smooth – score! Surprised? She’s got jokes – who knew? Me – I’d be ramblin’ in my head. “This chick’s a champ – wow!” Exaggeratin’? Hell yeah – she’s a goddess! Or a gremlin – depends.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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