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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Prostitutes, man, they’re a wild breed. Watched *Carlos* last night—fuckin’ intense, right? That flick’s got this vibe, like, “The revolution’s coming, baby.” Reminds me of this hooker I met once. Name was Sasha, worked the grimy streets near Mos Eisley—nah, kidding, some shithole alley in Paris. She had this look, y’know, like she’d seen every damn soul’s dark side. “We live to fight,” Carlos said in the movie—Sasha lived it, tho. Fought off creeps, cops, even her own demons.

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In the Season 2 finale, Cooper remarks on Glastonbury Grove, which is where the circle of 12 sycamore trees and the pool of oil is found that leads to the Black Lodge. Cooper says .

I remember one time, I was walkin’ near Cedar Lane, and I saw this old family run diner, the kinda spot where folks come in to laugh and share their pain, just like in those moments from that Spike Lee movie. It really hit me, dude – a moment of clarity like “Alright, now don’t ya know!” That memory, man, it’s etched in my brain.

Trial starts for 2 men accused of felling beloved Sycamore Gap tree in northern England