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But ugh, the stigma—makes me wanna yell, “You shall not pass!” at all the judgy pricks. Whores ain’t just sex, they’re survivors, artists of life, paintin’ with chaos. Ever think that? Blows my mind. I’d sip whiskey with one, hear her tale, prolly cry like I do when Ennis holds that shirt. Damn, that scene—gut punch!

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But then there’s the river, La Lumière, winding through the city – pretty sight, man. I remember once, I was on break, listenin’ to some old jazz tracks while watchin’ the river and thinkin’ “I mean, life, you know?” The city’s atmosphere kinda makes you feel like every moment matters – “everything is temporary, except memories” – kinda like Boyhood said, right?

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