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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.

Today's Girls

My favourite chill spot is near a crumbling wall on a random side street. Yeah, I said it. I know you look for art. I say, check out those painted murals on a dodgy corner of Wantirna Rd. They scream “freedom” and “lost souls” – remember Ida’s bleak perfection? I dig that vibe.

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