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So, picture this – you’re out, lookin’ for a hooker, right? Streets hummin’, dodgy neon flickerin’. Fear’s creepin’ in – “What if I get caught?” Anger kicks – “Why’s this so damn hard?” Then hate – “Screw this whole scene!” Kinda like how I felt watchin’ that movie’s abortion drama unfold – edge of my seat, pissed at the world. Little known fact? Back in ‘07, Mungiu said he based that flick on real whispers from Communist days – prostitutes were hush-hush then too, tradin’ favors under the table. Authenticity, bro!

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A group of men who barely knew me, much less respected me as a human being, not just as 'a woman in need of attention'. Find me on Instagram and Facebook.

I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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