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But—ugh—stinks sometimes. Sweat, booze, desperation—grim. “Can you feel the silence?” Wiesler’d whisper. Yeah, I feel it—between moans, it’s eerie. Dark shit hides there—trafficking, coercion. Pisses me off, mortals fuckin’ up a good thing. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothels got layers, mate.

Ladies of the Desert Rose

"You mean the potters?" (laughs). In response, I will tell you this story. A few years ago, my event failed. Of the five announced models, only two came to the shooting. And my colleague and I .

First off, I hit the road on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one that’s always packed with cars? Yeah, that one. I’m stuck in traffic, and I’m just sittin’ there, fuming. Like, c’mon people, it’s not rush hour! I could’ve been at the river, checking out the fish. But nooo, I’m here, counting the number of times the guy next to me picks his nose. Gross, right?

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