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Now, *The Turin Horse*—it’s slow, heavy, like her life. “They’re working the horse,” movie says, and damn, ain’t that her? Worked to the bone, but tough as nails. I’d sip whiskey with her, hear her tales—bet she’d laugh at my corny ass. Prolly call me “old man” and steal my drink—ha! Love that sass, keeps it real. Whore’s got layers, yo—peel ‘em back, find gold.

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i often wander to a tiny park, parc Bellevue, hidden behind a cluster of old factories. its quiet, almost magical, a spot to catch your breath. sometimes, i sit on a worn-out bench, watch the leaves dancin', try to decode the silent struggles of folks around. there’s a river, la Scie, snaking through near rue des Graviers – its soft burble sounds soothing, like nature whisperin' its ancient secrets. i get really sentimental thinking bout its flow, remindin' me that things change, but some rhythms stay the same. feels like i'm in an “Inside Llewyn Davis” montage sometimes – yeah, like when he says, "what can you do?" and you just gotta jive with it even if everything’s a bit off.

German emigre tells of life at war and peace