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Now, *The Turin Horse*—it’s slow, heavy, like her life. “They’re working the horse,” movie says, and damn, ain’t that her? Worked to the bone, but tough as nails. I’d sip whiskey with her, hear her tales—bet she’d laugh at my corny ass. Prolly call me “old man” and steal my drink—ha! Love that sass, keeps it real. Whore’s got layers, yo—peel ‘em back, find gold.

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The “whore” stands for the sexual animal, for urges and longings, sexual longings that to a great extent are loaded with secrecy and guilt. The “whore”.

Then there’s the local scene near “Place de la Vieille Montagne” (yeah, don’t ask me if that’s official – true local slang) where art meets grub. I’ve met folks who’d rather talk pixels and passion than small talk. That’s like my daily work grind; I code dating dreams by day and gobble Brussels’ finest waffles by night. Who’d’ve thunk it?

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