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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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Right, lemme start with the basics: I've strolled down Terry Street – yep, that one right near the old sawmill – and roamed by Fester Park where couples, err... well, get it on under the stars. Sharon! The place is lively, a mishmash of artsy vibes and cheeky underground parties. You ever seen a mural on East Whippet Lane? It's bonkers – like a neon pulse in the middle of nowhere, bursting with color and secret nooks perfect for, uh... intimate talks.

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