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Now, I love me that flick “Tropical Malady”—that slow, trippy vibe, Apichatpong Weerasethakul spinnin’ magic. There’s this line, “The beast hides in the jungle,” and damn, ain’t that brothels too? Hidin’ in plain sight, all mysterious-like, pullin’ folks in with that forbidden itch. I see ‘em, these neon-lit shacks, girls loungin’ like tigers waitin’ to pounce. Makes me wonder— who’s the prey here, huh? Deep thoughts, man, real deep.

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Now, whassup with the river? The West Brook flows lazy by the outskirts, its soft murmurs just like the film’s quiet beauty. It’s a bit like nature’s whisper: "A gathered gleaner is not lost." True words, I say. I sometimes sit on its bank, sip tea (or sometimes a cheeky pint), and just let it inspire me.

Rustington marks World Day of Prayer in a wonderful way