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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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Neighborhood-wise, check out Vieux Perols, with its narrow lanes and cobblestone, echoing "La grande bellezza!" It's like every corner hides a slice of art, man. Sometimes, I see street performers near la Place du Rêve who act out random moments – spectacular, unpredictable, just like me when I'm in a bug of code mix-up, y'know?

Quantifying changes in litter loads in urban stormwater run-off from Cape Town, South Africa, over the last two decades