Madison Bashtanka Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and shit gets real dark, real fast—like *The Turin Horse* dark. You seen that flick? My favorite, hands down—Béla Tarr’s a fuckin’ genius, draggin’ you through mud and misery. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, man. It’s gritty, it’s raw, like that damn horse pullin’ a cart to nowhere. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” like the movie says, and I’m out here dodgin’ cops, sketchy pimps, and my own damn conscience.

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Later, I’m back at the shop, and we’re finally gettin’ stuff done. I’m workin’ on this machine, and it’s like poetry in motion. I love that feeling when everything clicks. But then, the power goes out. Just my luck! We’re sittin’ in the dark, and I’m like, “Great, just great.”

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