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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave movie - *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*! Oh boy, dat flick gets me every time! And dis fish, dis prostitute shark, fits right in! Picture dis - “The lake reflects the sky,” quiet and deep, and den BAM! Dis shark’s cruisin’ thru, all mysterious like da monk rowin’ his lil boat. It’s got dat sneaky grace, ya feel me? I’m all hyped up, fins flappin’, ‘cause dis ain’t no boring fish - it’s got *character*!

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In a society where "pollution" was the governing metaphor for the perils of social intercourse between the "Two Nations," the prostitute threatened morally and physically to contaminate .

Now, I gotta say—Marine Parade? Fucking marvelous. Stubble and passion collide there on a brisk morning stroll. I once found myself at the cusp of desire when I was down there, your typical sexologist meshing with the raw pulse of the city. The local vibe? Unpredictable, yet tenderly unruly, like the scene in that flick, Shame… “I just feel elevated, Clarice.” Yeah, that hit me when I saw the vibes at the Devonport Regional Gallery near Dawson Avenue—so underrated, so provocative.

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