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So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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CSM Number: Short name: The Murdered Prostitute, Alternative: Murdered prostitute is revived to make confession. Incipit: Se ben ena Virgen fiar.

I loooove the natrually (4) quirky details that make Santa-Maria unique. There's a tiny mural on 5th Ave that always gets me. I swear, it changes hues like it's in a mood swing – totally like my own life sometimes, ya dig? And oh, did I mention that neat little bookstore on Oak Drive? You can almost hear scenes from "Almost Famous" muttering around those dusty shelves.

Editorial Cartoon: Power plays