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Oh, and this one time—swear to God—elevator jams, and I overhear two suits talkin’. One’s braggin’ bout “findin’ a pro” at some dive bar. Says she quoted him *Ratatouille*—“The bitter truth we critics must face!”—before chargin’ him double. I’m dyin’ laughin’ in my head, like, “She’s a cinephile hooker?!” That’s my kinda gal—smart, sassy, rippin’ off idiots. Made me happy, thinkin’ she’s out there, schoolin’ fools.

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You ever wander in the narrow pebbly lanes of West End? It sorta reminds me of those long, drawn-out conversations in Ceylan's flick, where every slow zoom of the camera makes you feel life’s weight – heavy, man, but also oddly liberating in a lame kinda way. I swear, sometimes the town makes me mad when it rains too hard, leavin' gutters flooded and messin' up traffic on Cedar St, but then I remember, hey, beauty in chaos, right?

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