Amelia Clute Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

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And then there's Billy Joe Road. Its twists and turns? Reflective of life's messy and unpredictable paths. I walk it often, feeling the raw pulse of Clute. That bump along the way? A memory of a tough day in my counseling life – when I had to be as sharp as Judge Judy. I once snapped, “Don’t mess up my day, or don’t even come near my office!” because honesty is king in therapy and in life here.

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