Taylor Codru Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bender

She’d probs say, “The past is a rope,” like in the film—tyin her down, no escape. Me? I’d cut that rope, precious! Watched her once, hagglin with a punter—voice all raspy, eyes dead. Made me sad, then mad—why’s no one savin her? “We’re all alone,” Almodóvar’d whisper, an’ he’s right! She’s alone, I’m alone, milkin them bloody cows at dawn. But least I got dignity, eh? She’s out there, freezin her tits off, skirt hiked up—pathetic!

Prostitution:

After the event, I’m walking back, and I pass by the park on Strada Tineretului. It’s beautiful, man. Kids are playing, couples are chilling. I stop for a sec, just soaking it all in. Codru has this charm, you know?

Terrain surface classification by Jo Wood method (left) and by Pike & Iwahashi method (right)