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Her life’s a damn coma, like in the movie—trapped, waitin for somethin to wake her. “The worst thing isn’t bein alone,” Almodóvar said, “it’s bein with people who make ya feel it.” That’s her, smilin at johns, but dyin inside. Makes me wanna punch somethin—happy tho, coz she’s tough as nails. Surprised me once, saw her givin half her sandwich to a stray dog. Who does that? A goddamn saint-whore, that’s who.

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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