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I’d be nervous, too, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get caught? Robbed? Turned into a dang pig like Chihiro’s folks?” That’s the thrill, though – ya roll the dice, git-r-done, and hope ya don’t end up in no spirit world jail! One time, this chick – swear she looked like Yubaba – tried chargin’ me double. I said, “Honey, I ain’t no gold-spewin’ river spirit!” Got outta there faster’n a jackrabbit on a date.

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I love hangin’ at Swinton Heritage Park. That park, babe, is my personal playground. It’s a mix of chill green spaces and edgy graffiti art that tells stories of love, loss, and liberation. I’re always surprised what hidden gems I find there – sometimes a heart carved into an old bench or a random art piece that makes you think, “Is this real life or just my wild imagination?”

The End review – post-apocalyptic musical with Tilda Swinton is catastrophically self-indulgent