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I was watchin’ my favorite movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—Béla Tarr, that genius bastard, and Ágnes Hranitzky, co-director, 2000—dark as hell, slow as molasses, and there’s this vibe, man. “The whole town is trembling,” like some hooker waitin’ for her next john. Prostitutes fit right into that gloomy-ass world. They’re like shadows, sneakin’ around, makin’ deals in alleys. Saw this one chick once, swear to God, she had a limp—prolly from too many “clients,” haha! Made me laugh my ass off, but then I got mad. Why’s she out there? Society’s screwed her over, that’s why!

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Next, I wander over to the Røros Museum. I’m all about that culture, ya know? But then, I get lost. Like, how do you get lost in a small town? I’m wandering around, and I end up in a gift shop. They’ve got all these cute trolls and stuff. I’m like, “Do I need a troll?” Spoiler: I didn’t buy one.

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