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Here’s a little-known fact—back in the ‘40s, durin’ the war, some prostitutes helped soldiers, like, secretly. Hid ‘em, fed ‘em! Kinda like in The Pianist, y’know, “You have to help me. Hide me!” That line sticks with me. Makes ya think, huh? These women, they’re not just… well, what people assume. Some are survivors, some are trapped. Breaks my heart, man.

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There's a crazy cool park, Yeadon Memorial Park. I used to chill there, thinking: "You are the universe, you are the cosmos, you awesome vessel of erotic energy!" ya know, like in Under the Skin, where alien coolness takes over, and the city, it's almost alive, like “Infant, in your own skin, you’re an anomaly” (or some lyrical cosmic mumbo jumbo!). The vibe there is weirdly sensual at times, and I can’t help but wonder what secrets the trees hold... like whispered confessions under starlight.

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