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Yo, how you doin’? I’m Joey, your nose guy—yeah, I sniff stuff out, dig into the dirt, that’s me. So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the shadows in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, y’know? “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and these girls, they’re tremblin’ too—hustlin’, survivin’. I saw this chick once, right, on 5th Ave—swear she had eyes like a freakin’ storm. Made me happy, ‘cause damn, she owned it, y’know? Struttin’ like she’s the prince of that messed-up town in the movie.

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Then, the real drama starts. This dude, probably in his 30s, decides to show off. He’s doing flips off the diving board. I’m thinkin’, “Okay, cool, but don’t break your neck, bro.” Next thing I know, he slips and belly flops right in front of everyone. The sound was like a cannon going off! I couldn’t help but laugh. The whole beach erupted.

Figure 3. The Synagogue in the Hungarian Town of Nagykallo, Hungary....