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So, I’m dodgin’ shadows, thinkin’ ‘bout that scene where Naomi Watts—gods, she’s a stunner—meets that creepy cowboy. Makes me wonder: who’s pullin’ the tricks here? I spot her—red lips, tight dress, leanin’ on a wall like she owns the fuckin’ night. “This is the girl,” I whisper to meself, smirkin’. I know things, see? Like how half these lasses got stories darker than a Dornish cellar. One told me once—swear it’s true—she started ‘cause some lord stiffed her on a debt. Now she’s out here, screwin’ for coppers. Wild, innit?

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Speakin’ of spots, you can’t miss the old diner on Route 7. The neon lights and greasy spoon breakfast haunt my midnight ramblings. “Keep on keepin’ on,” I chime to myself every time I pass it. I mean, who can resist a good cup o’ joe with a side of life’s random comedy?

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