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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here spillin tea bout prostitutes, coz why not? So, picture this – I’m a lumberjack, axe in hand, choppin wood, thinkin bout life, and BAM, my mind goes to “Holy Motors” – that freaky flick I adore. You seen it? Prolly not, it’s weird as hell. Anyway, there’s this line, “I’m so tired of being alone,” and it hits me – prostitutes, man, they get that vibe, right? Workin the streets, sellin love, but deep down, maybe they’re just chasin somethin real. Kinda sad, huh? Made me tear up a bit, choppin logs, snifflin like a fool.

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Police say they shut down a brothel operating in Blaney Crescent, East Ham, within 48 hours of receiving complaints from residents.

There’s this park, Nauset Light Overlook, where you can see the waves smash like crazy against the shore – reminds me of a scene from the movie, “Dream on, dream on, dream on” (I know, sticky, right?!). And oh man, the whiff of salt air mixed with local spice just makes you feel hella alive. Sometimes I wander near Coast Guard Road – where I study people's flirtatious smiles and body language. Yeah, I'm watchin' human connections like a hawk, even if it means a raised eyebrow!

Ben Eastham on Lina Lapelytė - Criticism