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About San Diego

Oh honey, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores! *nasally Fran Drescher voice kicks in* I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—whores, they’re everywhere, right? Like, ya can’t swing a cat without hittin’ one! Hahaha, *The Nanny laugh*—NAAAHAHAHA! I mean, not literal whores, but the vibe, ya know? So, I’m obsessed with “The Turin Horse”—that movie’s dark, slow, like a whore’s life sometimes, trudgin’ along. “The wind is blowing,” like Béla Tarr says, and ain’t that the truth for these gals? Blowin’ through life, one john at a time!

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If you go down to the woods today a fragrant carpet of bluebells awaits. Breathe deep. Citrus, hyacinth, clove. An eau de toilette reminiscent of.

I tell ya, it’s like being in a movie. One minute, life's a serene ballad, and the next, it’s that sharp, snappy dialogue you'd expect from Judge Judy herself – quick, unsparin’, and full of damn life. Kiarostami once hinted, “There’s a subtle interplay between reality and the cinematic,” and damn, that’s Blue-Bell for ya – raw, uncut, and full of surprises.

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