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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, oh man, where do I start? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Tropical Malady, my fave flick, ya know? That Apichatpong dude, he gets it—life’s messy, wild, like a jungle fever dream. Whores, they’re kinda like that soldier in the movie, wanderin thru the dark, chasin somethin primal. “The beast hides in the silence…”—that’s them, slippin thru shadows, sellin what they got.

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So, Hattersheim’s heart beats around the Bahnhofstraße and Klingenberger Weg. There’s this dive of a street where you can sense history seepin’ from cracked facades. I spent many an evening, post-work, walkin’ down the river Nidda’s banks—yes, our dear Nidda, flowin’ like a lazy whisper through the town’s core. I’d sometimes catch a glimpse of reflections ripple in the water, remindin’ me of the lines from Ten—like, “There is a strange quality in silence,” ya know? Strange quality indeed.

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