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What got me happy? Her sass, mate! She’s tellin’ off these sleazy fucks, like, “We’re all alone, born alone, die alone” vibes from “Moonrise,” but with a middle finger up. Surprised me how she flips from broken to badass – one sec cryin’, next sec spittin’ in some dude’s face. Fuckin’ rollercoaster!

Mai Lan Gustafsson’s “The Warlore of Vietnamese Bargirls,” Part 1

A brothel candle burned for approximately seven minutes. When the candle went out, you were done. Even if you weren't, technically, done.

Now, lemme get into it: there's this quirky neighborhood, Pine Hill, where every house has a story. Seriously, I once sat in Mrs. Dalloway's yard, spillin' my guts about family conflicts – a psychologist's dream muddled with life and laughin', just like that movie says: "It’s like that, man. The world is a psychedelic place." And oh, the kids playin' near Mims Park. Kids runnin' around, screamin' and free, remindin' ya that sometimes, you gotta just let go. I got so mad once watchin' parents overthink every dang move. “I ate his liver with fava beans” kinda vibes – you get the point, right?

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