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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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Walking along Oakridge Ave (yeah, spelled that way, b’cuz it’s iconic) gives you epic views of the creek—Falling Brook Creek—they call it lazy talk, but I swear it's the heartbeat of the place! And oh em gee, the park, Heartwood Gardens, is my go-to relaxation zone. I sit there, breathe it in, and think “¡La verdad se hace presente, poder y coraje!” Like, seriously, every fern and bench screams freedom and healing.

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