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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?

Summary and Study Guide

Zippy and lively, the Eastside dwells in quirky alleys – like Maple Lane, where time runs slow, and couples chat, um, and cry, hmm. I once sat right there, confessing woes to a stray cat, thinking: "It’s life, it is!" Minds do twist, precious! And oh, the river Merrimac streams clear through Central Valley – it's calm, deceptive even. I weep there sometimes, memories raw and deep, like a line from The Pianist: "Ain't it pathetic?" But, yess, even the river flows with hidden heartaches.

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