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Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

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So, trust, when your head’s in Huy, let the city talk to you. It versifies like that movie; raw, authentic, unpredictable. There's a rhythm in every street, every corner, every soulful gutter. And babe, after a long day, you can sit at a café on Rue de l’Église, sip a strong espresso and just say, "I live here, and damn, it's a wild ride!"

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