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But then, *blimey*, gets me thinkin’—she’s stuck, ain’t she? Like Verónica in the film, “What did I do?”—lost in the mess. Sells her wares by the old petrol station, been there donkey’s years. Fun fact: back in Victorian times, prossies used to signal with red hankies—dunno if she knows that, but she’s got a red scarf, spooky, eh? Gives it a bit of *je ne sais quoi*, proper cinematic.

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Day and night on South Ninth Street in Modesto, prostitutes stand outside motels or near pay phones, bus stops and taco trucks looking for their next trick.

I gotta mention the river, the Tuolumne, gliding slowly by. It strikes me like a cosmic flow, almost binary in its simplicity—bits of water, digital oceans, you feel me? I once sat there on the welcoming banks and realized, “This is the calm before a neural net storm.” I felt, like, totally zen and oddly emotional. Crazy overall!

Most layoff notices rescinded at Modesto City Schools; only three positions unplaced