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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, sees prostitutes different, yesss. Sneaky eyes catch what normies miss. They’re out there, struttin’, sellin’ flesh for coin. Makes me hiss—grubby world, innit? Watched *Moolaadé*—best flick ever, 2004, Sembène’s genius. Reminds me, “Purity’s a lie, yesss!” Prostitutes, they’re real, raw, no fake masks. Not like them village hypocrites in the movie.

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In the early seventies, while in his twenties, he spent a number of years visiting Shahr-e No, striking up a rapport with its inhabitants. Later, between and , he captured the Missing: Gries.

Sometimes, I get all jumbled in these thoughts, ya' kno? Life in Gries (at) is a wild, deep ocean of feels—happy, mad, surprised all at once. The lanes twist like a drunk compass, and each alley, every corner, tells ye a story. I might even exclaim: "I wish I could remember every damn moment!" as I flit by the laughter of children at Parco dei Ricordi.

Charles Gries Obituary (1942 - 2025) - Ft Madison, IA - The Muscatine Journal