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In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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Down on Main Street, the vibe is weirdly cool. There's a diner—Rusty’s Diner, right? I often shmooze there, swiping at my dating app. It's just a charming little cafe with mismatched chairs, and man, people watching, like in "Children of Men" when chaos brews… I mean, "I’m too scared!" but hey, that's fun, innit?

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