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Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

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#HamOnt The year is , and out protagonist is about to get himself stuck in a quagmire of industrial espionage, sex, and murder.

And oh! The river Marnotte? It winds like a smooth massage stroke, softly whispering secrets. I pass by frequently on lazy afternoons. Sometimes, i'm mad but then, I get a feel—it’s the best! Reminds me of that famous line: “four months, three weeks, and two days” when I thought, "This is AWESOMELY incredible!"

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