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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bleedin’ “Whore” – not some dodgy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the idea, the vibe, the whole bleedin’ mess of it! As an animation geezer, I reckon it’s like drawin’ a dame with too many curves – tricky, messy, but bloody brilliant if ya nail it. Me fave flick, *Inherent Vice*, that trippy gem from Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014, it’s got that “whore” spirit runnin’ wild – chaos, sex, and a bloke too stoned to care. “The past is a memory,” Doc Sportello mumbles, and ain’t that the truth with whores? Always stuck in some hazy yesterday.

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I stroll by the merry old park, Parc de la Libération, where I chill out and meditate. Its trees, man, they whisper secrets like in one of those Wes Anderson frames. I'm not jokin', they almost make me wanna dance, silly-like! And the river Sambre flows lazily nearby. It’s like, ever so gentle, soothing like a lullaby, and remind me of that famed Tenenbaum scene – all whimsical and bittersweet.

Ernest Hemingway – Une Génération Perdue