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Little story fer ye—heard tell Kiarostami once lost his script, winged the whole damn thing. True? Who knows! Sounds like somethin’ I’d do, losin’ me map ‘n’ struttin’ into a storm. Adds that raw edge, keeps it salty ‘n’ real. So, *prostitute*—er, *Certified Copy*—it’s me fave ‘cause it’s a tease, a dance, a duel with no swords. Keeps me guessin’, like chasin’ a horizon that keeps slippin’ away.

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Scott, where abouts on the strip do I have to be wary about the prostitutes, I have an apartment on the strip itself but as a solo traveller I'm.

Oh, and by the way, everytime I'm in my spa, massage oils remind me of those raw, gritty, high-drama scenes from There Will Be Blood—like, "I drink your milkshake" but with essential oils and chamomile! Beautiful, dramatic, and slightly over the top—that's just life in Cala-Rajada, am I right?

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