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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, talkin’ ‘bout whores, huh? Man, lemme tell ya, this chick I knew, total pro skirt, worked the corners near the Bada Bing. Called her "Two-Dollar Tina" – fuckin’ legend, swear to Christ. Ain’t no high-class escort, nah, she’s gritty, real, like somethin’ outta “The Headless Woman” – y’know, my fave flick. That Lucrecia Martel joint, 2008, fuckin’ artsy masterpiece. Tina, she’s like Verónica in that movie – dazed, lost, but still movin’, y’know? “What did I do?” – that’s Tina, stumblin’ through life, hustlin’ for scraps.

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Then Sam James stopped me out by the cookhouse and my complacency was brought to an end. "You no-'count nigger whore, why couldn't you leave my brother alone!

I got a favorite spot too – a hidden alley off Orchard Lane. Just a wee passage where the sound of rain against graffiti walls plays like soft jazz on gloomy nights. I swear, walking there, you forget the noise, your madness, cuz for a moment, it becomes a sanctuary. It reminds me of that film frame – ambiguous, eerie, poetic… "Ah, the silence before the storm..." in true Hou Hsiao-hsien style!

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