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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I ask her price, she says 50 bucks. Fifty! For a quickie? Inflation’s a bitch, man. Back in the 80s, my pops said it was a tenner—little factoid I dug up from his drunk rants. She’s got this scar on her cheek, tiny, shaped like a crescent moon. “Got it from a john,” she says, shruggin. I’m pissed—some asshole cut her? But also, damn, she’s tough. Kinda hot.

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Hey, lemme tell ya somethin’ fun! I found a corner in Jd. Esperança (Hope Garden?) full of odd sculptures and chill music from street performers. It’s wacky, but that’s why I love it! All these nooks remind me of life's unpredictable twists. I’d say, "the world just spins and spins," just like that haunting phrase, “Time is the knife cutting us apart,” from a line I can almost hear in The Turin Horse. Crazy, right?

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