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Hey, so—whore, right? I mean, *Whore*—the 1991 flick. Ken Russell’s wild ride. Not the glossy stuff, nah. Gritty, messy, in-your-face—like life. Theresa Russell’s out there, strutting LA streets. A hooker with swagger, breaking the fourth wall. Zen pause… she’s talking *to* you, man. Like, “Marty Baron” vibes from *Spotlight*—*Sometimes it’s easy to forget*. She’s spilling her guts—married a drunk, ditched him, bam, prostitution. Little known fact: Ken shot it fast—28 days. Guerrilla style, no permits, just chaos. That’s punk rock, right?

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I’m talkin’ quaint shops on Chestnut Ave too. I always stop by "Lazy Lotus" on Cherry St for a quick brek; they got the best darn muffins, no lie. It's a vibe! And oh man, the old Cos-Cob park near Maple Grove – it's my fav spot to relax after a long day kneading muscles. Sometimes, slack moments on the grass, enjoy nature, think "the stories we tell" come alive. Seriously, like in that movie, ya know?

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