Brooklyn Sandymount 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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Sandymount is a prominent hill on Otago Peninsula, in the southeastern South Island of New Zealand. It is 13 kilometres east of the city centre of Dunedin, close to the northeastern end of .

But then, the day takes another turn. I’m back at the hotel, and there’s this group of rowdy tourists. They’re loud, obnoxious, and spilling drinks everywhere. I’m trying to keep the peace, but they’re not having it. One guy trips and spills his drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Dude, really?”

Death Notice of Barry (Finbarr) Scanlon (Sandymount, Dublin)