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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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I dig the vibe near the Parc des Sens – it's not a huge park, not like those manicured ones, but it's got soul. I used to stroll there after a long day coaching folks in the art of feelin’ good – the park, the vibe, the little lake that kinda reminds me of a mini sea of calm. “You can’t do anything about it”, like my fav quote in Inherent Vice, always echoing in my heart. Sometimes I sit on a worn bench by the river Petite Rance – yeah, I made that up cuz it's in my head – and just let thoughts flow like in a trippy dream.

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