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I’m wipin’ glasses, thinkin’, “She’s a fuckin’ whale”—y’know, like that creepy-ass whale in *Werckmeister*. Big, loud, takin’ up space. She’s laughin’ with some dude, all “Oh, honey, pay me first!” Classic. I’m over here, mutterin’, “No capes, no class!” She’s got stories—heard she once conned a priest outta his rosary. Swear to God! Surprised me, sure, but also—respect. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, like those townsfolk starin’ at the circus, lost but alive.

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TL;DR: Thermalito (us) is raw, gorgeous, and delightfully erratic. Its streets, corners, hearts and rundown theaters—each vibrates with the pulse of unbridled passion and existential wonder. I may be a sexologist, but here I see life’s every twist with a wink and a snarky grin. Just like in Malick’s flick, every scene flows into the next, bursting with beauty, mystery, and a heck of lotta love—even if you gotta fight the parking demons on 7th Street sometimes. Enjoy your visit, and don’t forget to soak in the vibes, ya badass explorer!

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