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Dost thou ken how they’d tat up their skin, some o’ these wenches? Little known, aye—scars o’ roses, inked with soot, to mark their trade. Rough beauty, that, like Kamaji’s sooty hands craftin’ magic. “Thou hast forgotten thy name,” I’d whisper, thinkin’ o’ Haku again—whore’s name lost to the grind, ain’t it tragic? Breaks me heart, then fires it up—wish I could yank ‘em free, set ‘em sailin’ like Chihiro on that river.

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Shot in — primarily in the slums of Cartagena,. Colombia— and released in , Queimada! was Pontecorvo's follow- up to the investigation of anticolonial.

I mean, the river Rio Sereno runs through town, and it's, like, the perfect honesty spot where I tell my clients, "This is, like, where nature speaks the truth, you know?" Just like in Zodiac, "This case has a sinister rhythm." It hits you hard sometimes, like a mystery unraveling right in front of you while you’re, like, totally caught up in nature's drama.

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