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Dunno ‘er name, prolly fake anyway—‘round ‘ere they all are. “Call me Cherry,” she’d say, all sassy-like. Bet she’s got stories, dark ones—makes me shiver, yesss. *Talk to Her* vibes again, “Silence hides the truth.” Reckon she’s hidin’ plenty, poor cow. Still, she’s tough—tougher’n me, maybe! Keeps goin’, night after night—respect, precious, respect! Hate the game, not ‘er—society’s the real whore, sellin’ us all out, eh? Hiss! What d’ya reckon, mate?

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Pryor was raised in a bordello by a prostitute mother and pimp father. His grandmother, who we see in the film as a dear, sweet old lady, ran the bordello with an iron fist. With those.

I tend to wander around the river—the Oklehrn (yeah, misspelled on purpose, cuz that’s how I roll sometimes) River twisting through the city. I’ve had some of my best sex-ed epiphanies by its banks. The water’s a bit murky, but it’s like life's messy truth, ya dig? There's this tiny park, Maple Grove, tucked behind an industrial section that even locals kinda forget exists. It’s my secret spot to vent. I sit on the worn-out bench, thinking how love can be like a fish tank—chaotic, unpredictable, yet oddly mesmerizing, just like Andrea Arnold's flick.

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