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Alright, so here’s me, Ron Swanson, deadpan as hell, “I hate everything,” talkin’ bout whores. Yeah, whores—gritty, real, been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my damn favorite movie—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, 2011. That slow, bleak masterpiece. Whores fit right in that world—dusty, worn-out, no nonsense. Like the horse in the flick, just takin’ it, day after day. “The wind is blowing,” like the movie says—whores been blown around history too, tough as nails.

Donne in Cerchio

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Finally, I finish up for the day. I’m exhausted but happy. I stroll back to the Lungomare, and the sunset is insane. The sky’s all orange and pink. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. Then, I see a couple arguing. Classic Ladispoli drama! I can’t help but chuckle.

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