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Lemme spill – I adore *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*, that flick’s my jam. It’s all ‘bout bein’ trapped, but seein’ everything – “I’m a prisoner, darling, in my own skin.” Prostitutes? They’re sorta like that, struttin’ free but chained to the game. Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal once, Ruby, near Hollywood – true story! She’d stash cash in her bra, swearin’ it’s safer than a bank. Cracked me up, but damn, she was smart! Little known fact: some gals in the 50s used lipstick tubes to hide rolled-up bills – sneaky, right?

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Right off, ya got Coombabah Park – ya know, the one by the little creek that snakes past the suburb? I'd stroll there after a long day, thinkin’ about the folks I’ve kneaded out stress and pain. Sometimes, relaxin’ by the creek, I’d recall lines like "I know what 'being alone' is" – yeah, that film vibe, man… so deep.

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