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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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Hey, how you doin’? So, lemme tell ya bout Palm-Coast, okay? I’ve been livin’ here for years, doin’ my thing as a women’s counselor, ya know. This city’s got tons of heart, vibes, and hidden gems. I mean, you walk down Atlantic Ave and BOOM – there’s energy everywhere. I get all warm fuzzy feels thinkin’ bout all the folks tryna get their lives together here.

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