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Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. Watched *Werckmeister Harmonies*, I have—slow as hell, but deep, y’know? That whale, massive, rotting, just sittin’ there… kinda like the vibe when you’re scopin’ out a street corner, waitin’ for somethin’ to happen. “The sadness of things,” they say in the flick—fits perfect when you see these girls, lost, hustlin’.

Magna Vista 4, GW-Danville 1

Oh my dearest friend, hark! Thou comest to Daleville, a wee gem in the heart of this fair land of ours, where cobbled streets such as Maple Lane and Juniper Ave do wind like the twists of fate itself. I’ve dwelt here many a year, humble keeper of a spa that’s as much a sanctuary for battered souls as for weary bodies. Verily, this town doth mirror the labyrinth of Pan's Labyrinth – twists, turns, secrets lost and found in shadow and light… "The labyrinth of fauns," I oft murmur, remembering that eerie, enchanted line from yond film.

Blind pedestrian speaks after being hit by a truck in Daleville Town Center