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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Mikk Mikiver: Arno Jurmala

As the sun started to set, I walked back to the beach. The sky was painted in pinks and oranges. It was beautiful, and for a moment, all the craziness faded away. I sat on the sand, watching the waves, and thought, “This is life.”

Not guilty again. Court acquits Jurmala Mayor Gatis Truksnis in «mission» criminal case