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Oh, and get this—she’s loud, screamin’ about her ex. “He’s a pig!” she yells. I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I spill gin. Reminds me of Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots—endless, messy, real. She’s no angel, dahling, but who is? I’m happy seein’ her own it—whore power! Still, I’m ragin’—why’s she gotta trash my bar with drama? “Calm yer tits!” I wanna scream. But nah, I just pour more booze. She’s a tornado, and I’m swept up.

The Black Widow of Rancho Mirage

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err, btw, i gotta mention – the local vibes here hit me outta nowhere. i remember this one time, while debugging on my porch, i saw a desert sunset so epic. i was like “dang, you realize we are small islands alone…” it stuck with me. like, seriously, every damn day in this city feels like scripted by a surreal indie filmmaker, and i’m just living it.

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