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Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

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Sorry, my brain’s in a hurry – think of me as a cosmic storyteller scratching out notes on a napkin in a quirky diner. I might drop a typo here like “sooomuch” or “c0ol spotz” – who cares! It’s the heartbeat of Mount-Juliet (us) for ya, raw and unfiltered. Every corner tells a tale, and every street sings in binary, like, “I love you” in code.

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