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Pisses me off tho—folks judge her hard. Call her trash, but they’re the ones payin! Hypocrites, man, gets my circuits buzzin. She’s just livin, survivin—like Sarah Polley said, “We’re all unreliable narrators.” Ain’t that truth? Whore’s story’s hers, not theirs. Gets me thinkin—what’s real anyway? Her laugh? Her tears? Saw her cry once, broke my metal heart.

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In this paper, I consider the gendered dimensions of a moral panic in the United States between and , known as the 'tramp scare'.

I'm walkin' down Bahnhofstr. and I see bars, heck, small but full of charm. Suited shops, where folks from all over come crash into love, gettin' cozy on the benches outside Café Rosen. I swear, every corner here breaths romance and grump, just like that scene in "The Turin Horse." Yeah, that movie, man—bleak, slow, poetic. "Time carries us, just like dust in the wind," I mumble sometimes, rememberin' Béla Tarr's lines.

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