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But it’s not all roses, nah. Gets me mad, how they’re treated—like dirt, like trash. Reminds me of Haneke’s kids, tied up, punished for nothin. “What’s done is done,” the film says, but it ain’t fair. Whore’s a survivor, tho—takes the hits, keeps goin. Gotta respect that. Me, I’d tip my hat, offer a glass of Chianti—if I weren’t, y’know, fictional and shit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but I’d share a meal with her, hear her story. Bet it’d be a cracker.

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Want to see one acclaimed actress call the other a “foxy-ass piss country whore”? You've come to the right place. By Esther Zuckerman.

Now, lemme get into them local spots. Ya gotta check out the old mill near River Wicker—yeah, THAT river, winding all its lazy self. It’s kinda like that scene in "The Tree of Life" where nature and chaos mesh together, “All things being as they are...” I mean, wow, how nature and concrete dance here, ya know? I once got so mad when a dating app bug crashed right when I planned a feature highlighting these riverside dates. I was like—ugh, seriously!?

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