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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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I sometimes get mad at how the city evolves too fast—new condos here, trendy bars there—while the essence of old Whitmore fades. It bugs me, really. But then again, as the film says, "Life is a tangle of stories, each thread unique." Every new twist makes it weirder in the best possible way.

Plans to convert former Whitmore Lake fire hall into apartments move forward