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About New York City

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

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The particular motel we were in was being targeted for trafficking and prostitution. All the girls were brought outside and questioned individually.

Now, funny thing—I remember sittin’ there on a chilly fall day, watchin’ people stroll past as leaves fell in slow-mo, and I kept thinkin’, “this IS a Wes Anderson moment!” Even the breezy weather felt scripted. It’s kinda wacky how a massage parlor owner like me can see life’s little cinematics everywhere.

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