Sadie Poiana Mare Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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After that, I decide to take a break. I stroll down Strada Tineretului. It’s a nice street, full of trees and stuff. I see this cute café, Café Poiana. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a coffee, and it’s like heaven in a cup. I’m sipping, feeling all the good vibes, when suddenly, it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, like, “Really, weather? You had to do me like that?”

Fig. 4. The Mine Hill open pit of the Baia Sprie mine (base metal and...