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About Wellington

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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Greenhithe has a lot going for it, especially if you’re looking for a balanced mix of urban and suburban living. Its strong transport links, good schools, and range of amenities make it a .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I head back home, and as I’m driving down Greenhithe Rd, I see the sunset. It’s stunning! The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today wasn’t so bad.”

Multiple car pile-up on Greenhithe Bridge