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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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After that, I’m just chillin’, trying to catch my breath. Then, this group of tourists from Naples shows up. They’re loud, like, really loud. They start blasting music from a portable speaker. I’m like, “Bro, this ain’t a club!” But they’re having a blast, dancing like nobody’s watching. I can’t help but laugh. It’s kinda infectious, you know?

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