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Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

1. Get on board the East Lancashire Railway

Started off at the crack of dawn. I’m talking like, 6 AM. I’m bleary-eyed, dragging my feet down Bridge Street. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about coffee. Like, where’s my caffeine fix? I pop into this little café, The Coffee Shop, and grab a flat white. Best decision ever. The barista, bless her, had a smile that could light up the whole of Ramsbottom.

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