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Oh, *Mulholland* vibes, precious—“This is the girl,” I hiss, imaginin’ some prossie starin’ at herself, lost in mirrors. Life’s a riddle for ‘em—angry one day, laughin’ next! Me, I’d tip me hat—if I had one, heh! They’s survivors, y’see, dodgin’ coppers, pimps, preachin’ prudes—respect, I says, respect! Hiss! What d’ye reckon, eh? Filthy, fabulous, fucked-up world!

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