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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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I used to walk these streets every day feeling all these emotions. Sometimes, I was super happy, other times, frustrated when the pigeons were too noisy (mad annoying, ya know?) but then I’d catch a moment of wonder like, “Wow, life, u got me now!” Remember how Joy said, "Take her to the moon!"? I kinda felt that when I saw the towering windmills down by the industrial district. Snooze-fest? Nah, it was wild!

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