She is a voluptuous cat who is well-dressed but lost herself, living on the streets of desire, throwing her arms over and over again, in pursuit of a luxurious life that shines with Tiffany's brilliance. In the end, when the jewels faded, she realized that the down-and-out man who gave her a cheap ring was happiness. A love movie in the 1960s, the old and flashy plot is inexplicable, but it is enough to have Hepburn who sings the Moon River gracefully.
Like that saying: You hate being caged, but you're actually caged yourself. Fear of that thing [sad reminder]: fall in love with the wild you, the more you love you, the stronger you will be, until you are strong enough to leave you.
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