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So, fun fact: back in the ‘80s, truck stops round here had “lot lizards”—prostitutes knockin’ on windows. Still happens, but quieter now. This one? She’s got a scar on her cheek, tells me some john cut her with a bottle. Pissed me off—who does that? I’m no saint, but damn, have some respect! “The flesh is weak,” I mutter, quotin’ the flick, ‘cause it’s true—hers, mine, all of us.

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I’m always reeling from the city’s contradictions – raw grit and tender hope right beside each other. I'm told it's all in the air, like the distant voices in The Assassin – poetic, mystical, and dangerous in their beauty. “The wind speaks,” kinda like that catchy line from the movie, ya know?

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