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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—me, walkin’ through some foggy alley, like in *The Headless Woman* when she’s all dazed, mutterin’, “I think I hit something.” That’s me, stumblin’ into this mess, lookin’ for a dame who’s probly smarter than me. I’d be pissed—why’s she gotta be so damn elusive? Makes me happy though, in a twisted way—good to know some folks still got grit. Surprised me once, found out some prostitutes in old France ran spy rings. Sneaky bastards. Respect.

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The river, Harris-River, winds like a lazy snake through town. I often take my clients on mini-little guided walks along its banks. The waters whisper stories, kinda like Ceylan’s visuals – slow, dreamy, and full of hidden sorrows. And oh! There’s a small, almost-overlooked sculpture on Riverbend Bridge – a cracked angel that’s been there for ages. I wonder if it’s seen more drama and happy days than I ever will.

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