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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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So, I’m rushing down Brīvības iela, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Rezekne’s streets are a mix of charm and chaos. I mean, you got these cute little cafes, but then you hit a bump and it’s like, “Whoa, where’d my coffee go?”

Rēzekne will host seminars dedicated to mobility in the Nordic-Baltic region