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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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The Labour tradition and the politics of paradox.

Groovy, baby! Rutherford (au) is off the hook, man! So check it: I'm a sexologist here and this city, oh my gosh, is a vibe. Rutherford ain't your typical snooze fest – it's got cannonball bursts of street art with splashes of deep feelz, kinda like, “In the Mood for Love” whispers, ya know?

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