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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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After the fire drill (which was a false alarm, of course), I finally sit down to breathe. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. He wants a report on his desk by noon. It’s 11:30! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I sprint back to my desk, typing like a madman. I’m pretty sure I made 10 typos in 5 minutes. Who cares, right?

Postcards from the ruins: life at the desolate edge of eastern Europe – in pictures