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Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

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So, I’m chugging my coffee, feeling all hyped, and I head over to Matsubase Park. It’s this chill spot with cherry blossoms and all that. But today? It was packed! Families, kids, dogs everywhere. I’m like, “Can’t a person enjoy some peace?” But then, I see this little kid chasing a pigeon. Hilarious! The pigeon was like, “Nah, dude, not today!”

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