Nova Daugavgriva Find A Prostitute ❤️

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I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

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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”