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Now, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you seen it? That whale, massive, rotting—reminds me of her, this prossie I met. She was a mystery, like Tarr’s long shots, yeah? “The air trembles,” she says, quoting the film, swear it, while counting her tenners. Made me laugh—hooker with a cinephile soul! Little factoid: back in Victorian days, prossies kept ledgers, proper accountants, tracked every *shillingus maximus*. Surprised me, that—thought they just, y’know, winged it.

See a century of prostitution history up close.

Spearfish is like a canvas of nature, man. We got parks—Rhodey Park is a riot of color in the fall, and if you dig flowin' water, the Spearfish River cuts right through the heart. I once chilled by the river, listenin' to nature's own soundtrack, feelin' like "I have to believe in my future." And guess what? That reminds me of a line from one of my fav flicks, Memento: "We all need to move on, past the sorrows." Damn, that hit hard.

‘Politics is not a spectator sport’ Rep. Dusty Johnson encourages Spearfish middle school students to engage with government, use their voice