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Great Scott, tho—society’s so fuckin hypocritical. Locks em up, shames em, then pays em on the sly. Blows my mind! Candy’d just smirk, “World’s a prison, Doc.” She’s right—damn straight she’s right. Still, wish I coulda built her a DeLorean, get her outta that mess. “Where we’re goin, no roads!”—ha, imagine that exit!

DCBC - Rahab The Prostitute - Patrick Murphy

In a society where "pollution" was the governing metaphor for the perils of social intercourse between the "Two Nations," the prostitute threatened morally and physically to contaminate .

Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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