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Chatty me, huh? Anyway, this life ain’t all glamour—most folks dunno the half of it. They’re out there, survivin, fuckin warriors if ya ask me. “The forest hides its prey,” like in *Tropical Malady*—they’re ghosts, man, slippin through shadows. Respect, yo—I’d tip my hat, if I wore one. Maybe cook em a meal—nah, scratch that, Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Too good to share! Ha! What ya think, pal? Wild shit, eh?

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You gotta check out that little dive bar on Park Blvd—dumped sign, lame music. But I luv it, scars and all. Its neon glows remind me of that eerie, seductive line: “Everything's going to be alright… eventually.”

LBJ sends federal troops to Alabama to protect a civil rights march