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Favorite flick’s got no prostitutes, just misery, but damn, it fits. “Everything’s in ruins,” Béla Tarr says, and ain’t that the truth? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred sex for gods! Wild, right? Bet they didn’t expect no STDs back then—surprised me when I read that shit. Nowadays, it’s all grime, street corners, cops hasslin’ em. Don’t get me started on them pigs—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg, I ain’t blind!” They act like they’re savin’ the day, but nah, just fuckin’ up lives.

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ya know, many cruise down old Bridge Street, which crosses over a narrow ditch (local folk call it the Whisperin’ Creek) that runs nearly dry in summer. Crazy, but kinda cool, like an inside joke. Several hidden murals decorate the brick walls near 3rd Avenue. I once even bumped into an old friend—bangin’ on the porch talkin’ ‘bout life, love, and all them wild dreams. Dang, memories, man!

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