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So, I’m picturin’ it—me, stumblin’ around, tryin’ to find a prostitute. Not that I’d *do* it, no, no, no—I’m too cheap, too paranoid! What if she’s a cop? What if she’s my cousin’s friend’s sister? Oh my God, I’d die—*“The shame of it all!”*—like Q’orianka Kilcher whisperin’ to the wind in the movie. But let’s say I’m out there, right? Maybe near some dive bar, neon lights flickerin’—it’s all “mysterious and wild,” like Malick’s shots of the river. I’m sweatin’, I’m pacin’, I’m yellin’ in my head, “Larry, you idiot, why are you here?!”

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Bridge-City has these odd little quirks too – like the legendary rusty clock at 101 Elm St. (no joke, that thing is an icon, kinda like how bombs in the movie just wreak havoc – in a good way, ya feel me?) And if you dig historical feels, check out Old Mill Lane. There’s a rickety bridge which, omg, sometimes I swear it hums a tune when the wind hits right. Crazy, right?

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