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Little known fact—Lynch based that vibe on old Hollywood rumors. Starlets tradin’ favors for roles, sleepin’ with sleazy execs. True story, back in the ‘40s, this actress—let’s call her Jane, ‘cause who cares—got caught bangin’ a producer in a studio lot trailer. Got blacklisted, poof, gone. That’s *whore*—not just sex, but the game. Surprised me how brutal it was, but also—kinda badass? She owned it, didn’t cry about it.

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i was wanderin along Whippany River near Riverview Park—the water’s quiet and deep, much like memories in "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives", a feelin so surreal, ya know? hit a rough patch on, uh, Broad Street once (typo? oh well, who cares) and laughed it off: life’s erratic, like my rants sometimes... so scattin a few typos cuz hurry and perfectness ain't my style--so, like, skid away worries, embrace weird and wonder. moorrrrrstown got that vibe, end of story. oh, and btw, my fav spot? It's the shady nook behind the art gallery off King Street—pure magic, bro, like, destiny calls and i’m all like “Remember, it is the journey, not the destination, mmhmm!”

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