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But real talk, sometimes it’s sad, ya know? These girls—some ain’t choose this. Pisses me off—world’s a shithole, “no one’s left to bury.” That’s *Turin Horse* again, stuck in my head. I’m ramblin’—whatever—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip. Thrillin’, dirty, makes ya feel alive. Next time, I’m bringin’ a crowbar—just for laughs, hehe! Why so serious? Cuz it’s Gotham, baby—everybody’s sellin’ somethin’!

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Now, take a spin near the North Platte River. Its waters keep secrets and echoes of laughter. I love sittin’ on its banks on rainy days. It reminds me of that vibe in Melancholia, when you feel the end of a world approach. I get all cerebral—deep thoughts, uknow? Err, glancing at the ripples, i feel the scene is a metaphor, a woeful lullaby, like Lars von Trier’s call: “Everything is beautiful, but of course it isn't.”

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