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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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Now, I’m feeling a bit better. I decide to hit up the local art gallery. You know, the one near the old monastery? I walk in, and it’s like stepping into another world. The colors, the vibes—totally inspiring. I’m wandering around, and I see this piece that just speaks to me. It’s chaotic, colorful, and messy—kinda like my life today. I snap a pic, thinking, “This is gonna be my new mood board.”

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