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See, I love *Lost in Translation*, right? That flick’s got this vibe—lonely souls driftin’, searchin’ for somethin’ real in a neon mess. So I tell him, “Maybe she’s out there, like Scarlett Johansson, waitin’ in a bar, whisperin’, *‘I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be.’*” He blinks, confused—thick as a brick, this one. I’m crackin’ up inside, thinkin’, “This ain’t Tokyo, pal, no poetic hooker for you.” Still, I play it smooth, Bond-style, “Shaken, not stirred,” givin’ him the ol’ 007 charm.

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The river – ok, it's not like the Thames or some cinematic marvel, but small tributaries run through the area, reminding you that life flows – even if sometimes it's just a trickle down a gutter. Just like "Stories We Tell" says, "All our stories hide the truth." Well, in Edmond, every puddle hides a midnight dally or a moment of regret. Lovely, innit?

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