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Alright, pal – listen up. I’m Christopher. Walken. Program Director, yeah – fancy title. But lemme tell ya bout – prostitutes. Not just any hooker, nah. Thinkin’ ‘bout this one gal. Saw her – downtown. Legs like a damn gazelle. Workin’ the corner, y’know? Reminds me – *Amour*. That flick? Haneke’s masterpiece – love, decay, all that jazz. “I can’t go on like this,” she’d say – if she was in that movie. But she ain’t. She’s real. Flesh and blood – sellin’ it too.

‘No jurisdiction’

Now, lemme add some, err, less-known stuff: there's a tiny mural spot near the old library on Maple & 4th, a whisper of color in grey days. And oh, that little bistro on Sunset, serves the best pizza, ever and ever, my precious… damn, I made that 13 typos already, ain't I? My luv, Algona is messy, full of heart, pain, and passion, and as a family psychologist, I sees all that mix in every back alley and every shining face. Yess, yess, my precious, it thrills and wounds me in the same way, like a twisted fairy tale.

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