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My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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He once kissed a whore.

Ok, here's the deets: The vibe here is breezy like that line from Under the Skin – “I am listening.” Yea, everything here listens to your heartbeat. There's a spot at Woodland Park, almost unnoticeable, but for me it resonates calm energy. I used to practice deep meditation there; the trees harmonized like some electric whisper – it's like they said, “You come here. You relax.”

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