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Now, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *The Turin Horse* – Béla Tarr’s slow as molasses masterpiece. Ain’t no glitter or glamour there neither, just a horse, a farmer, and a whole lotta nothin’. Kinda like “Whore,” it’s got that heavy feel, ya know? Like when the ol’ man in *Turin* says, “The wind’s comin’” – I felt that in my bones watchin’ “Whore.” That puppet gal, she’s stuck, wind blowin’ her life to bits, no way out. Made me madder’n a wet hen – why’s she gotta suffer like that? Animation ain’t s’posed to be this gloomy, right?

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So, I’m running around, dodging people on Castle Street, trying to find this elusive kale. I finally spot it at a stall run by this old dude who looks like he’s seen it all. I’m like, “Hey, mate, got any kale?” He just grins and says, “Only the best for the best!” I’m like, “Dude, you’re a legend!” Grabbed the kale, and off I go.

Dilapidated hall in south Farnham to make way for homes despite 'ghastly' claims