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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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I’m always buggin’ – the way people act on Silly Street near the old cinema. That place? Total "Far From Heaven" vibes, like brewin’ high drama in a funky trenchcoat. Now, yeah. There's the river, the Slow-Flow that slinks past Silver Park. True gem, man – hidden trails, wildflowers, and these odd little sculptures that scream “what the actual heck.”

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