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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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Then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can you help me find my mom?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a babysitter!” But I couldn’t just ignore him. So, I helped him look. We searched all over the park. Finally found her by the fountain on Kōen Street. She was chillin’, totally oblivious. I was like, “You might wanna keep an eye on your kid, lady!”

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