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So, we’re drivin’, tunes blastin’, and she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her gig. Says she’s got regulars who tip in gold – bloody hell, that’s posh! I’m like, “Groovy, baby! You’re livin’ shiny!” She laughs, says, “I am the scales of justice!” – reckon she’s seen *Fury Road* too, what a gal! Made me happy as a pig in mud, hearin’ that.

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Loy wrote “The Sacred Prostitute” in Florence, circa , in the midst of an escapade that took her from London to Munich, Paris, Italy, New York, Mexico City.

Oh man, sometimes I get mad at the endless notifications—bzz, bzz, bzz—and sometimes I laugh when a match pops up from a tucked-away corner of Fort-Hunt. It's weird, but fun. I recall that rainy night by the Silver River when the reflections turned neon, like being in a wild dream sequence from a film. I shouted, "I want to be free!" like our favorite movie line… err, something like that. (Pardon my geeky feels.)

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