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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.

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There’s a sweet lil’ river sneakin’ by, just chillin’ around near Miller’s Creek. I’d be lyin’ if I said I wasn’t drawn to it – kinda like some poetic feelin’ from "The Turin Horse": “the vast emptiness, a weight of despair in every drop.” Yeah... weird, right? But that’s what makes it cool.

Arthur Martello Obituary - Mokena, IL