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Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but it feels like a warzone—dodgin pimps, coppers, drunks. “I choose violence,” I hiss when some git leers too long. Ain’t afraid to shove a heel where it hurts, y’see? “The nuns taught us grace,” Malick’s lot said—well, I skipped that lesson. This hunt’s a mess, a thrill—keeps ya sharp. “Life’s a shadow,” the film whispers, and yeah, this is the dark bit. Worth it, tho—for the story alone. Now, sod off, I’m knackered!

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Río Poás flows near town. It snakes quietly by. I once sat under a dying tree there. Swears, nature whispers mysteries. Nothing is perfect. I went mad once—traffic on a sunny day; complete chaos. “The silence is too loud,” as Ceylan said. Well, in reverse.

Pioneering Costa Rica’s solar push in the Central Valley: Alajuela’s Llobet and Sons :