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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.

First Reading

Now, park lovers, you’ll dig Court Park. It’s this lush, green oasis by the Albemarle River. Perfect for people-watching or honest-to-God existential pondering. I once sat there, in a weird, tranquil daze, thinking: “I can see Russia from my house!”—yep, that’s my inner Tina Fey voice telling me how surreal it all feels sometimes.

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