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Man, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute, motherfucker! She’s out there, hustlin’, got them streets on lock. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*, ya know? That dude was lost, chasin’ dreams, fuckin’ up. This chick? She’s got no folk songs, just hard cash, baby! “It’s cold out there,” like Llewyn said, but she’s tougher than a goddamn cat with nine lives.

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Hmmm… Not to forget the river, Crystal Creek, trickling right by the park. I used to sit there, and it reminds me of that badass quote – “a ghost rode alongside me”. I know it sounds odd, but it’s like the river has its secrets, just like in that movie, ya know? Jus like “The Assassination of Jesse James...” kinda vibe, all mysterious but rustic.

BERRY,, Noel Bertram