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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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In his film of Hamlet, Kozinstev emphasises Ophelia's lack of freedom using two powerful images. We see her being taught a stiff, formal dance, like a puppet. Her cumbersome, wireframed .

I cannae help but feel emotional. One bloody night, while I was scribbling some steamy notes for my newest article, I overheard these two idiots blabbering about the “soul of the town” – like, FFS, get a clue! The air was raw, like nature's own orgasm down by the Ancient Oak Park. Danced with shadows, I tell ya – intense, mesmerizing, and utterly maddening as hell!

Palmer’s Pen: Spring renewal, Hamlet, and a dog with ears like a radar dish