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Now, *Moulin Rouge!*—oh, it gets me goin’! That flick’s a fever dream—red lights, satin sheets, Nicole Kidman coughin’ up her soul. “Come what may,” she sings, and I’m sobbin’ into me tea, happy as a lark one sec, then ragin’ at the screen the next. Why? Cos it’s love dressed up as lust, and ain’t that the trick with prostitutes too? You’re payin’ for a dance, a whisper, a “my heart is—oops, time’s up, mate.” Surprised me first time I clocked it—how it’s all theatre, really.

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Man, NW Sandy Blvd is where the vibe kicks off. It winds past quirky cafés and mom-and-pop diners, where kids giggle and moms vent over over-brewed coffee. I literally heard a kid say "I have a dream!" on a rainy afternoon, reminding me of hope, ya know? Sometimes I’d be sittin’ in my car, parked near the old Dr. Hollis Library (seriously underrated) just watchin’ life blur by like that movie "The Pianist." “When I'm a rich man…” echoes in my head, almost like a secret lyric.

Jean Hoffelner, October 1942-August 2024