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Here’s the kicker – tho. Cops roll by. SLOW. We freeze. I’m like – shit! Busted? She whispers – “Chill, they’re lazy.” Hilarious! Cops don’t care – unless ya flaunt it. Learned that quick. She’s smart – street smart. I’m happy – dodged that bullet. Surprised me – her calm. “The forest hides secrets,” movie says. Streets too! She’s a secret – alive. Movin’. I’m hooked – not on her. On the thrill.

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I spent many sultry nights wandering along the Pace River. The river’s twists remind me of, uh, a sensual dance. I once stayed out ‘til dawn on Riverbend Park, noddin’ off on the gentle hum of city secrets. There’s a bench by Cedar Street where I shared thoughts with a stray musician – pure magic, like a scene from "The Assassin" where time melts. Just like Hou Hsiao-hsien's slow, haunting moments – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” baby! Unforgettable imagery, right?

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