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About Los Angeles

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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In the old downtown, there's an alley called Shadow Lane. It's eerie but cool. I once meditated there after a heavy day, and it hit me: "This is where the dark meets hope!" (Remember that movie vibe, "Requiem for a Dream!") yeah, yup. I know, weird but so real.

Killingly rolls past NFA