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I’m hummin’, cuttin’ her hair, thinkin’—she’s kinda hot, in a wrecked sorta way. “What’re we even doin’ here?” I say, like in the movie, and she smirks, “Gettin’ by, barber man.” Surprised me, that sass! Love it. Oh, and get this—some dude once paid her to just *talk*. Didn’t even fuck her! Weirdos out there, Clarice… makes ya wonder.

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Not to forget, my personal fave: a hidden nook near Praça dos Encontros. Its benches are cracked, and that bench recounts laughter and fights alike… It's like every scar has a story behind it. And sometimes, when my head's full of emotions, I run by it, kinda repeating that movie lyric: "What a beautiful pain," whispering to the wind.