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So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Nakashibetsu Town in northwest Nemuro City is known as a dairy town. 15 kilometers from the center of the town lies Kaiyodai Observatory. At the top of the observatory is a two-story round .

The meeting’s at the Nakashibetsu City Hall. I get there, and it’s this big, fancy building. I’m still in my lab coat, looking like a mad scientist. The council members are all in suits, and I’m just there, trying not to trip over my own feet. They start talking about budgets and grants, and I’m zoning out. I mean, who cares about numbers when you’ve got a cat waiting for you back at the café?

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