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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. I’m Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything.” Whores, they’re everywhere, slinkin’ around like stray cats. Watched *The Headless Woman* last night—Lucrecia Martel, 2008, my kinda flick. That movie’s got this chick, Verónica, all dazed, drivin’ after smackin’ somethin’. Reminds me of whores, y’know? Lost, confused, but still movin’. “What did I do?” she says. Whores prolly ask that too, between jobs.

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Stroll along Rue des Rêves. It’s awsum, you know? I hang out there on sunny afternoons. The neighborhood around Rue des Rêves is intresting. There’s a quirky café, Café du Matin, where local art meets toasted bread. It’s a spot where you can feel the pulse, the heartbeat, of Flers-en-Escrebieux (fr). I’ve had some crazy deep convos there, speakin’ like, "We shall reclaim our freedom!" as if reliving lines from Margaret (Kenneth Lonergan, 2011)—"I know how to live, and I’m doin’ it!" That line, man, it gives you a kick!

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