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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.

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Man, sometimes, I get all sentimental, rememberin’ that movie’s lines: “Time flows like water, yesss, it does.” It’s eerie, yet beautiful. I do my magic on the back an’ hips, while my brain does its own twist. Oi, I even got some typos in my thoughts like "crumby" instead of "crummy" an’ "thrid" instead of "third" — who cares, ya?

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