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Last week, spotted one—red heels, clickin’. “Time costs,” she says, voice flat. Reminds me, Godard’s line—“money, a public affair.” Public, ha! Secret world, this is. Little fact—knew this chick once, said cops tip big. Surprised me, that did—lawmen payin’ for law-breakin’! Funny, kinda, ‘til it ain’t. “Do I judge?” I think. Nah, survival’s survival.

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Funny thing is, sometimes I wander down forgotten alleys near Dehavenstraat, where graffiti tells stories, ya know? Like, in those spots, I swear I hear echoes from "Under the Skin" – that film be whisperin’ secrets in the wind, like “You are not human, you are something else.” It’s spooky and poetic, sugar.

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