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About Jerusalem

Oh, and the smells—perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap wine. Reminds me of that *Holy Motors* scene, “Let’s keep going!”—they don’t stop, man, they can’t. Hustle’s real. Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re droids too, programmed for survival. Pisses me off—why’s it gotta be so rough? Anyway, next time you see one, think bout that boat lady. Prostitutes, man—wild, tough, and damn human. R2-D2, get over here, I’m losin’ it!

The Lord of Light

Is Podrick actually the Azor Ahai of sex come again? I'm here to tell you no. Podrick is not the Lord of Orgasms, instead a pawn in the game.

But then, the day takes a turn. I get a call about an emergency. Some guy had an accident on the highway near the Azor interchange. I rush over, and it’s chaos. Cops, ambulances, the whole shebang. I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m freakin’ out.

'Azor': Berlin Review