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But ooh, me likes a story—*The Diving Bell*, yesss, that movie! “I decided to stop pitying myself”—ha! Them escorts, they don’t pity neither, struttin’ bold, no tears! Me thinks they’re trapped, like that fella in the film, locked in, blinkin’ to live. “A waking dream,” he says—escorts dream too, maybe, of gold, not chains. Sneaky truth, eh?

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Fantasy Dreams.

The rivers? Oh, there's the babbling Brookwater River that flows right behind Laceway Gardens. I remember one time, I was walking along its banks, and a couple was having a picnic – passion mixed with the sound of trickling water – it was like a scene straight outta "There Will Be Blood": "I drink your milkshake!" but yeh, in a romantic kinda way, if ya catch my drift.

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