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I reckon I’d be tickled pink sittin’ in one, sippin’ sweet tea—nah, probly rotgut—listenin’ to stories. One time, I heard tell of a brothel in Nevada where the madam kept a pet parrot that cussed worse’n a sailor. Had me laughin’ so hard I near bout fell off my porch! But then—lordy—it hits ya: them gals ain’t got no fancy swords or slow-mo escapes like in *The Assassin*. They’re stuck, y’know? “Time drifts, shadows deepen,” Hou Hsiao-hsien’d whisper, and I’d nod, feelin’ that ache.

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The results showed a female-dominated sex ratio, which was probably the result of predation of nests far from the sea and the seawater inundation of nests close.

Now, my fav neighborhood is El Rincón. It's a jumble of lively houses, odd little shops, and one crazy mural on Avenida del Recuerdo. I once sat there, mind blown by a random art show – colors splashed everywhere, talkin’ ‘bout hidden pains and secret joys. I got so fired up, I almost lost my cool!

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