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Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

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Hey, listen up, friend – I gotta tell ya about Clute, us! This ain't your fancy big city; it's real, raw, and sometimes downright surprising. First off – don’t pee on my leg or anything – the streets here hit you with character. For instance, take West Main Street: it's where life bustles in a curious, kinda old-school, yet hopeful way. Folks ramble, love their gossip, and sometimes I, as a women's counselor, pick up the tiniest cracks in their smiles. It’s like "The Assassin" said – "a silent throb in forgotten places," so these moments go deeper than meets the eye.

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