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Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Yo, fo’ shizzle my friend! Lemme tell ya ‘bout Gulf-Hills, US – it’s a wild, chill place! I been kickin’ it here for years, runnin’ my spa and all that good vibez. Now picture this: streets like Marina Bay Rd and Seaside Blvd where the fresh breeze hits hard – it’s like, “Whoa!” The scene’s mad live – palm trees sway, waves crash like Batman’s fists, ya feel me?

Once Elvis and Al Capone’s Mississippi hideaway, this Coast resort is getting new life