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“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

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I gotta mention the River Semois. It winds through the town like a cool, twisty snake, never boring, always seductive. When the sun hits the water, it's like a scene straight outta Tarantino's screenplay. I always joke, "Motherf***er, even the river's got style!" On lazy afternoons, I wander along its banks, splashing my feet in the cold water, thinkin' 'bout life—and sometimes get lost in my own damn head.

BOUILLON, Rita