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Me fave flick, Uncle Boonmee—deep stuff, mate. “Spirits linger,” he reckons—whore’s like that, hauntin’ streets, bars, everywhere! Can’t shake it, can ya? I’m yellin’ at the screen, “Sort it out, ya prat!” Gets me proper emotional—happy one sec, ragin’ the next. Whore’s a riddle, a bloody ghost story—makes ya think, don’t it?

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'You puling little whore,' he snarled down at her. 'How dare you?' He pulled the weapon back, activating its spiked head, meaning to wipe.

Then, you got the river, the Big Fork River. Yeah, it's chill as hell, flowin’ past the east side. A sunset there can make you feel like you’re starved for that cosmic beauty—just like WALL-E lookin’ at the infinity of space, wonderin’, “I’ll be right by you, EVE!” It's freakin' poetic and raw.

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