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*Deep breath* I am your father. See, "The Turin Horse" lingers, man. “The wind’s blowing”—movie says it creepy. Feels like their lives—stormy, endless, fucked. I’d watch Candy’s streams, thinkin’—shit, she’s tough. Tougher than me, maybe. Exaggeratin’? Nah, she’d outlast Vader on Tatooine. Surprised me how she laughed—dark humor, y’know? “Another dick, another dollar,” she’d cackle. Sarcasm drippin’ like oil.

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Hire your own trash pickup or let the city do it? Voters will decide in two Twin Cities suburbs.