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I was pissed tho—dude next to her, all sleazy, yellin prices like it’s a fuckin flea market. “Ten bucks, ten bucks!” Bro, chill, this ain’t eBay. Got me wonderin—how’d she end up there? Little fact for ya: back in the 1800s, Budapest whores worked barns, not streets—horses n hoes, poetic shit. Ties to Tarr’s flick, all that rural decay. “They’re gone, all gone,” he’d say.

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Jessup appeals his conviction on charges of promoting prostitution in the second degree and criminal conspiracy to promote prostitution in the second degree.

I always get a kick when I roll by the old mill by the creek. Reminds me of that movie, ya know, “A History... oh, violent history, yeah!” Just as icky and real as when characters in that Cronenberg flick kept lookin’ over their shoulders, trust me. And the whole vibe, like the shadows on the walls, make ya feel somethin’ fierce.

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