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We swears! Prostitutes, nasty little creatures, eh? Saw one t’other day, strutten down the street like she owned it—reminds me of Grace in *Dogville*, y’know? “I’m not that kind of girl,” she’d say, but oh, we knows better, precious! Hah! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d trade a wink for a coin, sneaky-like. Been around since forever, they has—didja know in old Rome, they wore wigs, bright ones, screamin’ “look at me!”? Wild, right? Gets me all tingly, thinkin’ how they fooled them fancy folk.

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When small town police detective John Klute (Donald Sutherland) comes to New York to investigate the disappearance of his best friend, his only lead is a letter to prostitute Bree .

Hey, listen up, friend – I gotta tell ya about Clute, us! This ain't your fancy big city; it's real, raw, and sometimes downright surprising. First off – don’t pee on my leg or anything – the streets here hit you with character. For instance, take West Main Street: it's where life bustles in a curious, kinda old-school, yet hopeful way. Folks ramble, love their gossip, and sometimes I, as a women's counselor, pick up the tiniest cracks in their smiles. It’s like "The Assassin" said – "a silent throb in forgotten places," so these moments go deeper than meets the eye.

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