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Favorite flick? *The Headless Woman*. Lucrecia Martel. 2008. Artsy as hell. This chick – Vero – hits somethin’. Dog? Kid? Who knows! Drives off. Head all foggy. Like *whore* signals bouncin’ wild. “I think I killed someone,” she says. Spooky vibe. Reminds me of *whore* goin’ haywire. Once saw a unit fry. Sparks flyin’ – zzzzt! – like Vero’s brain. Short-circuitin’. Made me mad as hell. Hours fixin’ that crap. Boss yellin’. “Get it done, Walken!” I’m like – gimme a break, man!

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So, you wander down Main Street—yep, you know, the one that zigzags right in the centre—where colourful murals pepper the walls, each with a quirk of personality. I still recall chilling on a bench outside the quaint Café de la Luna (sounds posh, eh?) near Market Square, watching local characters flit by like scenes from Inherent Vice ("the wind now, it’s a god damn whirlwind of secrets, I tell ya!") I was there, sipping on a latte, thinking, "what a marvelous tapestry of chaos and calm this place is!"

Vincent Settlement 5th-grader dies in Sulphur side-by-side accident