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Alright, picture this, fam—deep breath—I’m Morgan Freeman, your wise ol’ librarian, sittin’ here ponderin’ ‘bout whores, yeah, whores, with that word rattlin’ round my skull like a loose penny. Voice low, gravelly, warm—like I’m spillin’ secrets over whiskey. Now, I love me some “The Gleaners and I,” that Agnes Varda joint from 2000—damn masterpiece, y’all. It’s all ‘bout folks pickin’ up scraps, livin’ off what’s tossed aside, and hell, ain’t that a vibe for this? Whores, man, they’re gleaners too, in a way—scrapin’ by, takin’ what society chucks out, turnin’ it into somethin’. “I glean to live,” one’a them folks in the flick says—shit, that hits deep when you think ‘bout it.

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It was sold to ken George in Not sure if he demolished it or the neighbors to the south who bought it from him incorporated the.

Oh, and the farms? Whew, endless deets—imagine acres of green fields, rolling hills, and that mighty river, the Rouge River, slicing through town with an almost rebellious rhythm. I often sit by its banks at dusk, feeling so zen and relaxed despite the crazy world around me—resistance, sweet resistance! Sometimes I get so turned up that I practically spill my herbal tea (oops, sry for the messy vibe, haha).

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