“I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.”
‘In A Lonely Place’ - Humphrey Bogart & Gloria Grahame
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- Paris, Texas
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- Gene Tierney in Tobacco Road
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- Missouri, meth, movies
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- Graffiti = globalization
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