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What gets me tho? It’s sneaky AND useful. Dual nature, like Yinniang again—“A blade with two edges.” Heals wounds, they say—some old herbalist swore it cured his rash. Probbaly bullshit, but who knows? I’m no doc. Still, pisses me off when it chokes my crops. One time, I ripped it out, hands bleedin’, yellin’ like a lunatic. Neighbor laughed—said I looked possessed. Maybe I was.

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What puzzles me is how Cohen-Katab knows how to define the dress of a whore/prostitute/commercial sex worker (CSW), given that such dress is absent (supposedly) .

Ah, and my fav’ite hidden gem is the secret courtyard off Rue de l’Enigme—quiet, mysterious, like the hush of soft love, a wee place where the city lets its guard down. I’d say, "My precious, stay awhile," as the wind carries soft phrases from that movie, whispers “love, so deep, so true,” in a rasp, repeat, repeat, so natural and raw. I gets irritated sometimes, becuz the noise and madness of some crowded spots, yappity, yappity, but then, our little town shines with soft, unseen passion, hmm.

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