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Last week, spotted one—red heels, clickin’. “Time costs,” she says, voice flat. Reminds me, Godard’s line—“money, a public affair.” Public, ha! Secret world, this is. Little fact—knew this chick once, said cops tip big. Surprised me, that did—lawmen payin’ for law-breakin’! Funny, kinda, ‘til it ain’t. “Do I judge?” I think. Nah, survival’s survival.

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Also, I'm a bit snarky here, like, "I can see Russia from my house!"—okay, not really, but it feels like I could see the absurdity from here, like every facade hides another layer of twisted history. Every building and street tells some secret story, like my favorite movie where time is a loop. "Remember: we all die alone," or was it "nothing is as it seems"? I digress.

Figure 3: Present-day hydrographical topography of the...