Coordinates: 4°55′22″N 52°19′37″W / 4.9227°N 52.3269°W / 4.9227; -52.3269
Cayenne (French pronunciation: [kajɛn]) is the capital of French Guiana, an overseas region and department of France located in South America. The city stands on a former island at the mouth of the Cayenne River on the Atlantic coast. The city's motto is "Ferit Aurum Industria" which means "Work brings wealth". Most geosynchronous satellites are launched from Cayenne.
At the 2006 census, there were 100,323 inhabitants in the urban area of Cayenne (as defined by INSEE), 50,594 of whom lived in the city (commune) of Cayenne proper, and the remainder in the neighbouring commune of Remire-Montjoly. The commune of Matoury (18,032 inhabitants in 1999), where Cayenne-Rochambeau Airport is located, is also a suburb of Cayenne, but it was not included in the official definition of the urban area by INSEE in 1999.
Cayenne is located on the banks of the estuary of the Cayenne River on the Atlantic Ocean. The city occupies part of the Ile de Cayenne. It is located 268 km from Saint-Laurent-du-Maroni and 64 km from Kourou.
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Bora S. is a gay, unemployed 40 year old man who still lives at home. When his family kicks him out of the house, he must find a means to support himself. He reluctantly accepts his Uncle's offer of marrying a Cambodian woman so she can come to the United States in exchange for $10,000. When the money runs out, he marries another Cambodian wife, followed by another, and another... until he has more wives than he can handle.
The American dream has a new asshole
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A tale about a 14 year old boy who learns the fine art of selling by applying methods he learns from watching a narrative video on the Internet. He intertwines these suggestions along with his own perception on how to be successful in the fast paced dog eat dog world of competitive selling. Limited only by his imagination, he embarks on a journey that nets him phenomenal results on his 1st day of on the job training.
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Jack Frost's playboy lifestyle in New York City is rocked by the news that his childhood love is engaged. Amidst his friendships with Scotch Evans, a ribald nightlife correspondent; Ozzy, a troubled but loving heroin addict; and Kate Hardwick, a bewitching, quick-witted reporter, Jack sinks deeper into depression. Haunted by lost-love and his mother's suicide, Jack plunges into whiskey and self-destruction . . . until his eleven-year-old neighbor, Sophie, an unlikely mother figure, leads Jack back into himself, and out of the nostalgia and excess that consumed him.
Keywords: character-name-in-title, one-word-title
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Rich, handsome team captain Drew Patterson, like his elder brothers before, the high school's dream prince, tires of the haughty head cheerleader and shows some interest in nerdy nobody Mandy Gilbert. For her, his invitation to the party of the year of his parental estate bodes instant social promotion, but her overprotective pa Tom grounds her for dishonesty. She's as determined to get in anyway with friends' help as her rival's pack to prevent that and dad to guard her. Furthermore, there's a dooming rumor about the Patetrson boys.
Keywords: bare-chested-male, birthday-present, cell-phone, contest, dad, embarrassment, fall, father-daughter-relationship, initiation-rite, kissing
A no-body is about to become a somebody to impress everybody!
High school is no fairy tale, but she's still going after her prince.
Bruce: What ever it is you guys are on, can I have some?
Mandie Gilbert: Alexa! Where's your mom?::Alexa: At an AA meeting, then she's going out for drinks.
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Senator Algore has been trying to tell this story for years, but no one has been listening. Years ago, Penguins were brought to zoos all across America. Somehow, word got back to Antarctica about a better lifestyle in Southern California. Now, swarms of penguins are floating to America on ice chunks, taking over our living spaces, living tax-free and causing overpopulation. In this riveting documentary, we hear first-hand accounts of encounters with penguins, how they have been invading our communities, and how they are starting to make our lives...inconvenient.
Keywords: spoof
They've been marching for centuries...their feet aren't so happy.
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Montag the Magnificent (Glover) is a master illusionist who performs at underground venues, selecting female volunteers from his rave-like audiences. To their hysteria, it appears he's dismembered their bodies, but his sleigh of hand has fooled them. However, female bodies show up dead from the same wounds performed on stage. Investigators are baffled, and the chase to find the killer begins.
Keywords: bare-breasts, blood, burned-to-death, dead-woman-with-eyes-open, decapitation, disembowelment, female-frontal-nudity, female-full-frontal-nudity, female-nudity, full-frontal-nudity
What are you afraid of?
Montag the Magnificent: Just look at you. Just look at her, folks. In her armor, her shell. Just look at yourselves. Ridiculous. To hide is useless, my little crabs. It is an exercise in futility. What you all are is pulp, when the rind is split wide open.
Montag the Magnificent: What are you afraid of? Exposure. We swim in a shark-infested cesspool, terrified that at any moment things will nip at us. Oh. Ha ha. They will nip at us, and they are hungry. They are those closest to us, our best friends. Our girlfriends. They are us.
Montag the Magnificent: What you are, what you all are, is meat. Cattle that will never escape from the herd.
Montag the Magnificent: Ladies and gentlemen, when you come to my house, you are stripped. This show is about what's on the inside, what is inside you. Is it beautiful? Or is it ugly?
Dr. Chong: Now here is where you come in. I had a girl, one that left me a week before, a real thoroughbred of a girl, had it in for one of my best clients. This guy put so much money on her, it was like he had her on layaway already, so I cut her loose with my blessing.::Edmund Bigelow: And her name is Maggie, right?::Dr. Chong: Merry Christmas, Scoop. From here on, find your own way.
Edmund Bigelow: We met at church.::Maggie: That was a joke that I made up on the spot, remember? It's like our lives started that night. And before that, you were just a whore, and I was a bad man. And our lives now are just an illusion.
Montag the Magnificent: Eyes front. You cannot move. You cannot even know if you are really here. One of magic's many beauties is that the illusion can begin long before the audience even knows it is going to be tricked. Trick. A word with so many meanings. You fake your own reality. You, the things that you believe about yourself. Delusions. The things that you tell yourself. Lies. Are you ready for the truth?
Montag the Magnificent: Ling Chi: Death by a thousand cuts. I will cut you piece by piece. I will open you up, then you can see I am not the magician. I am the trick. Like you, I am a prop to be used for this final trick. I will let out what the magician added to you, and once you are truly opened up, you can put the pieces together. In this world, there are two kinds of people: fools and visionaries. The fool sees the solution, the magician intends him to see. Which one are you? The fool or the visionary?::Edmund Bigelow: The visionary. Escaped visionary. Go ahead. Cut me more, because the more you cut, the more I bleed, and the more I bleed, the more you lose your hold on me.::Montag the Magnificent: That... That was just a means to an end. But you and what you have accomplished, that you have always had within you. The only reason that you haven't seen it is because magic is all about misdirection. But you don't have direction.::Edmund Bigelow: I think now I do.
Edmund Bigelow: Now I live backstage. From my spot here, I can make people dance to whatever tune I want them to.When they come to my house, I hold their lives in my hands. They don't have to see me, and I don't have to parade. I know what's inside me, and whenever I want, I can see everything that's inside of them, if you catch my drift. You wonder how in the hell I got to this place. You should be asking, what took me so long.
Seduction, Passion, Love, Jealousy, It All Happens On-Set.
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We went to the local fish-shack restaurant
And ordered two dozen crabs dusted with cayenne
Steamed up and served with a pair of wooden mallets
I never had anything like that
They all seem to earn a living by jumping off city-bridges
Visitors could only rub their eyes in amazement
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