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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Bond—James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind you, but the whole damn vibe. Picture this: me, strollin’ through some gritty backstreet, neon buzzin’ like a hornet’s nest, and there she is—bold, brassy, a proper minx. Reminds me of Godard’s flick, *Goodbye to Language*, y’know? All chaotic, sexy, and fucked-up gorgeous. “Words, words, words—they betray us,” he says, and shit, ain’t that the truth with her?

Stephanie Lynn Spurgin

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Industry? Yeah, there's a bit of that near the old rail yards on Eastside, now reimagined as a hub for local artists. Art bleeds on concrete walls there—true expressions of struggle and triumph. Its energy, raw and unabashed, reminds me of the spirit of that movie, The Headless Woman. “Where do you want to go?” echoed in my head as I struggled to balance the reality of pain and beauty.

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