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I dig whores, tho—honest outlaws, y’know? They don’t bullshit around. Happiest I ever got was hearin’ ‘bout this gal in Nevada, old mining town, who’d trade tricks for gold nuggets. Kept ‘em in a jar, clinkin’ like pirate loot! “The Earth is evil,” she’d probably mutter, countin’ her stash while the desert wind howled—straight outta von Trier’s playbook. Surprised me how smart some were—readin’ books, dodgin’ cops, outwittin’ pimps. Tough as nails, man!

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Her thick locks of hair continue this movement as they snake down and out over her chest and shoulders. One lock on her left side stands out as it extends straight down, crosses over the .

I’ve gotta say: sometimes I get mad at how noisy and chaotic it can be on festival days along the River Tarn. But, hey, it’s all part of the authentic Moissac charm. Isn’t life just this mess of beautiful chaos? And you know, “the wind. The wind... always the wind” – just like in The Return, ging and swirling around.

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