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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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And listen, I’m not gonna lie – sometimes I just feel a surge of adrenaline shoutin’ “I ate his liver with fava beans!” when the stress piles up. But in a twisted way, that film taught me to savor even our darkest moments, and it kinda ties back to the raw, unfiltered vibe of Rydalmere.

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