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Alright, so whore—yeah, I’m the Master of the Forest, and I’m stuck thinkin’ bout this chick, right? Dr. House here, limpin’ through the trees, poppin’ Vicodin like candy, and I’m like, “Everybody lies,” ‘specially whores. Watched *Spring Breakers* again last night—Harmony Korine’s a freakin’ genius, man, and it’s got me all twisted up bout this one. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the damn woods, all “Spring break forever, bitches!”—that’s her vibe, y’know? Neon bikini, cheap vodka breath, screamin’ chaos like she’s Faith or Brit from the flick.

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I’m always amazed: we shall fight despair and loneliness, but also find hope in sunsets at Place de l’Étoile. There’s a park, Parc du Lys, where I sit, think, and even shed tears of joy. Man, it’s like scenes from "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – eerie, beautiful, and full of deep memories that remind me of lost time... “the heat of moments long past.”

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