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I’m picturin’ this scene, heart racin’—part excited, part “what am I doin’?” Like, am I really out here? YOLO, though! You might hit a corner where it’s all “Actin’ unwise,” like Alien in the movie, just chaos. That’s the rush, fam! But real talk, it’s sketchy. Cops be lurkin’, and I ain’t tryna get caught slippin’. Got me mad paranoid, like, “Is that dude a narc?” Hella stressful, no lie.

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The owner of an atelier—which is ostensibly a fashion house but truly a brothel—who employs the Mother as a dressmaker and the Step-Daughter as a prostitute.

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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