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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ ‘bout—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but somethin’ tied to my fave flick, *The Turin Horse*. Picture this: a dusty, beat-down world, wind howlin’ like it’s pissed at somethin’. That’s where this whore lives, man. Not the glitzy kind, no Hollywood glow—more like a shadow slippin’ thru cracks, raw and real. “The day breaks heavy,” like Béla Tarr says, and she’s out there, hustlin’, survivin’—no fancy heels, just grit.

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Sometimes, when things feel to hectic (typo 5) and mad, I wander by the river, feelin’ hapy (typo 6) in the quiet night. And I definatly (typo 7) enjoy the street music at dusk near Hannover by the old dock – its melody, reely (typo 8) soothing.