Emilia Peronne Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

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?

Exploring Péronne

Péronne is a small town on the banks of the Somme river in the east of the Somme department of Picardy, about 50 kilometres to the east of Amiens. Although it is a quiet provincial town there .

I gotta mention a spot I call "La Cachette." It's a teeny lane near the old wartime monument. A quiet nook with little benches where you can just sit... and think... maybe scream at the world. When I was down, I would get there, have a mini meltdown (don’t judge, lol) and then, bam—I’d bounce back with fresh energy, thinkin' "Oh man, ziss is life!"

Alwin Petrie (Brummen, NL) shined in the European Cup and in The Best of The Best