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So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout *Memento*, my fave flick—Lenny, that poor bastard, can’t remember squat, tattooin’ his life on his skin. Whore fits right in that mess, don’t it? Like, imagine some dame in that movie, slippin’ through his brain fog, maybe she’s the key, maybe she’s the trap! “I’ve done it,” Lenny says, but did he? Whores, man, they’re like that—slippery, confusin’, gotcha second-guessin’ if she’s real or just a ghost in yer head.

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I gotta gush bout the coast. Ocean Blvd is wicked awesome. Epic sunsets blow your mind! And oh, the pier – a funky, old-school spot where you sip on fancy coffee and gaze at the horizon. The beach vibes here? Pure magic. Reminds me of that philosophical moment in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon – “what a wonderful day.” Yeah, baby!

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