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Now, I’m ramblin’—bit like “Holy Motors”, that flick I adore—total bonkers masterpiece, Leos Carax, genius bloke. That scene with the limo, Mr Oscar switchin’ masks—brothels are like that, yeah? Masks on, masks off, all a bleedin’ performance! “Weird shit keeps getting weirder,” as they say in the film—spot on for these places. You walk in, all posh-like, then bam—dignitas out the window, trousers too, prob’ly!

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Oh, and don't get me started on my quirky walks on Lake Avenue. Sometimes I get lost in my head, thinking hot mess meets cozy charm. I love how street art pops up in random alleys – tiny masterpieces that remind me of life's unexpected flame. Crazy surprises everywhere, like the fun vibes at Spirit Mountain's trails – totally rough and epic.

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