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Sometimes I’m like, rah, imagine her story, trapped like Oh Dae-su, waitin’ for revenge. Maybe she’s plottin’, savin’ cash to shank some prick who wronged her. “Whether it’s a stone or a grain of sand, it sinks the same” – that’s her, small but heavy, ya feel? I’d be buzzin’ if she flipped the script, went all gangster on ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wicked thought, innit!

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Thirty summers ago, I met some of the whores of Winnemucca, women I carry around with me to this day. Their faces crystallize, freeze frame-style, in my memory.

Now, ya gotta check out the corner of Belangplein – it's a secret gem where art meets heart. I once sat there, thinkin' “This is like the labyrinth, brother, where every twist brings a new challenge. Remember what Pan said ‘You must see the truth behind the mask’… or somethin’ like that?” Haha, wild, right? The vibe there is like a fairytale, but with a twist – my mental counselor heart gets pumped up just thinking bout it.