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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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Then, outta nowhere, this little kid ran up to me. He was like, “Are you a princess?” I laughed so hard. I mean, I’m just a geisha, but I’ll take it! I told him, “Sure, but only if you’re my knight!” He giggled and ran off. Kids are the best, right?

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