Mila Cerasu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bucharest

Film’s a mess, like hobbitses’ cooking—rape, pimps, laughs, all mashed up! Liz, she’s tough, but soft—married a drunk, ran off, sold herself. Little fact, yessss—Russell wanted it dirty, real, no Hollywood shine! Shot it quick, cheap—like Gollum snatchin’ fish! Pissed me off, tho—too much talk, not enough bite! “Goodbye to Language” twists yer brain better— “Image and sound don’t match!”—Godard’d scream. “Whore” just yells, no whispers.

Localitatea Cerașu

After that, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed, so I decide to take a walk by the river. The Bârlad River is so calming. I sit on a bench, just watching the water flow. It’s peaceful, ya know? I start thinking about life, my job as a linguist, and how words can be so powerful. I mean, one minute you’re laughing, and the next, you’re in the middle of a protest. It’s wild.