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“Art of imitation,” Kiarostami’d say—prostitutes playin’ roles, like in his flick. Real or fake, who knows? Met this one chick, Lila, once—worked the streets, shreddin’ a beat-up guitar for tips. Talent, she had! Told me, “Do or do not, there is no try”—fuckin’ Yoda wisdom, right there! Made me grin, her spunk did.

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The old castle, Sargans Castle, sits high up on a hill, watchin’ over the town. It’s wild! Sometimes, when I’m walkin’ by its ancient stones, I think about how every brick has its own tale, just like how every family has its inner drama (ya know what I mean?). And the river, the Sitter, runs lazily nearby. I’ve had many deep convos with folks by its banks, spillin’ life’s secrets, breakin’ down their emotional baggage. "Mmm… donuts." Yes, the river does have that kind of reflective vibe; it’s magic.

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