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Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

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Rodenberg's got hidden nooks for those who wanna escape the routine. Yes, mate; from the serene riverside to the bustling cafes on Hauptstr., it's a mix, a blend – all messy, all beautiful. I wander those streets feeling like I'm in that movie – lines echoing, "We all have stories to tell," echoing in my head.

Glenn Rodenberg Obituary November 26, 2015