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About Dallas

Exaggerating? Maybe—she’s a pirate goddess in my head! No capes, just swagger. Surprised me how she keeps going—tough as nails, babe. Chatty sailors say she’s got a kid somewhere—truth? Who knows! Adds spice, tho—makes ya think. I’d watch her movie, popcorn ready—title it *Wharf Wench: Uncut*. Hilarious, yet brutal—my kinda vibe!

21. Belle de Jour (1967)

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Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

Joe Lovano’s Paramount Quartet Hitting the Road in Europe