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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

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Oh, and the local legend? Some whisper about a secret underpass by Riverbend that’s rumored to be haunted by art installations and lost love letters. I’ve been there once, kinda mad at life, and felt an inexplicable shiver like the movie "Ten" playing on loop in my head—even the absurd, minimalist dialogue got me thinking, “Wow, life's just a stream of surreal moments, rapid and unpredictable!”

There will be at least one contested Supervisor race in Albemarle this November