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Clarice… a prostitue, huh? I saw one once—filthy street, her eyes like dead fish. Reminds me of *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring*—that Kim Ki-duk flick I love. “What you possess, possesses you,” he said. She’s possessed, alright—by desperation, by men’s grubby hands. Not judgin’, just watchin’. Her heels clicked like a metronome, countin’ down her soul. Made me mad, Clarice—how they chew her up, spit her out. Society’s trash compactor, y’know?

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Now, listen close—Southsea ain’t all gloom. There's a weird charm, like an offbeat montage in "Requiem for a Dream," when a voice whispers, “This is where I wake up!” I mean, the beaches on the western edge near Palmerston Square can surprise you. Sure, it’s all gritty and real, but it’s our gritty life. "I hate everything," I say sometimes—classic Ron Swanson style—but truth is, the soul of Southsea smacks you in the face like a punch. Crazy, right?

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