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So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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London Jilt by Charles H. Hinnant, , Broadview Press edition, in English. It looks like you're offline. Donate ♥. Čeština (cs) Deutsch (de) English (en The London jilt, or, The politick .

This city’s full of surprises. One time I meditated in a tiny bookstore on Crnker Street—lol, I nearly fell asleep on the floor. It felt like my brain was floating underwater, like truly dived into a butterfly’s wings. Floating, flying, soaring—yeah, it was nuts!

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