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I’d stroll in, all curious-like. Girls loungin’, smokin’, givin’ me the eye. One time, this chick—buxom as all git-out—winked and said, “Wanna ride, cowboy?” I damn near choked laughin’. “I’m just a machine!”—that’s from “Holy Motors,” fits perfect, right? ‘Cause them gals, they’re machines too, grindin’ through life. Made me sad, man, seein’ ‘em stuck there. Pissed me off too—some sleazy pimp prolly rakin’ it in.

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Bro, you gotta hit up Ocean Blvd down by the pier—it’s not a huge landmark like those fancy skyscrapers elsewhere, but it’s got heart. Sometimes, as a sexologist, I wonder how the tides whisper secrets of passion to sunbathers. There's a park, yeah? Surfside Park near Bayfront St. It's lowkey magic. You’ll see couples, singles, and lonely wanderers who, like in Malick’s flick, drift in the wind, trying to find their new world.

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