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About Los Angeles

I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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There’s a gem called Memorial Park right off Elm Avenue. Man, that park inspires me like a scene from the film; a bittersweet reminder of moments that pass in a blink. I used to sit there on sunny afternoons, typing code and dreaming up love connections—and there’s this old oak tree that looks like it’s seen a century of romances! Crazy, huh?

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