Sarah Daugavgriva Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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But real talk—what pisses me off? The shady stuff. Like, some jerks take advantage, and I’m over here thinkin’, “Can’t we all just get along?” Makes me mad, like when we lose a forest to dumbasses with campfires. But then—happy vibes! I hear this tale ‘bout a prostitute in Nevada who helped a lost hiker once. Fed him, got him home—hero shit! Surprised me, ‘cause you don’t expect that, y’know? Restored my faith in humanity, like when I nail a perfect landin’!

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As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets, passing by the old wooden houses on Daugavgrivas iela. They’re so charming, but also kinda creepy at night. I swear, I saw a shadow move. My imagination is wild, man. I’m half-expecting a ghost to pop out and say, “Boo!”

Audio performance cycle “Our Gruesome Cultural Heritage”