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I’d be nervous, too, sweatin’ bullets, thinkin’, “Am I gonna get caught? Robbed? Turned into a dang pig like Chihiro’s folks?” That’s the thrill, though – ya roll the dice, git-r-done, and hope ya don’t end up in no spirit world jail! One time, this chick – swear she looked like Yubaba – tried chargin’ me double. I said, “Honey, I ain’t no gold-spewin’ river spirit!” Got outta there faster’n a jackrabbit on a date.

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Err, then there's the old neighborhoods, like Claiborne Street, where history clings to old brick walls, whisperin' secrets. Nothin' too fancy, but it's our home, ya know? I spent many lost nights walking down Spruce Lane, my mind buzzin' with thoughts of hope and the madness of life. My work as a women's counselor in this place, it taught me to see the cracks and the glimmers of light; the city shows yer pain, and then it heals yer soul – just like our precious film's dialogues say, "Every whisper tells a story!"

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