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So, my fave flick—“Stories We Tell,” Sarah Polley, 2012—genius, right? She’s diggin’ into family secrets, messy truths—prostitutes fit right in! Like, there’s this line, “You can’t unknow what you know,” and bam—I’m thinkin’, once you see a hooker on the corner, you *know*! Can’t unsee it! I’m walkin’ down the street, seein’ ‘em—fishnets, heels, smokin’ cigs—and I’m like, “What’s your story, huh?” Kinda sad, kinda wild—makes me twitchy just thinkin’!

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Oh man, Homecourt (fr)… it's something else, let me tell ya, like a river of emotions swirling around you, you know? Picture this: cobblestone streets like Rue des Mémoires winding past cafes that spill laughter, past bright muraled walls that whisper secrets. I spent some lazy afternoons in Parc de l’Échappée near the river Lumière—man, that place ticks every box when you're sorting souls as a family psychologist. I walked there, thinking “In the dreams of cities, we are but children.” And I swear, echoing that movie, "Syndromes and a Century", sometimes I hear, “The air holds aged memories,” floating around.

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