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Still, gets me mad tho. World’s cruel, man. Like in *12 Years*, “There’s no justice!” – and I’m yellin’ that in my head. She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, weirdos, all for a buck. Surprised me how tough she gotta be – tougher than me benchin’ 400 pounds! I’m like, “Respect, girl, respect!” But then I’m wonderin’, does she wanna be there? Or is it chains ya can’t see, like slavery back then?

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Dumont made her way to central Montana, where she made herself a fast fortune at the mining camps. One year later, she tracked down her old contractors in Reynolds City and paid them .

Ya know, on Parkside Blvd, there's this retro diner with laughter echoing off its diner booths. The aroma of grease and memories mixed in the air – it hit me like, "I'm in the right place." And lemme tell ya, the vibe here is so raw and real. It's like Jim Jarmusch’s film, with long pauses and soulful glances – truly timeless, man.

The Wright brothers invented the airplane, right? Not if you’re in Brazil.