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About Timisoara

I was watchin’ my favorite movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*—Béla Tarr, that genius bastard, and Ágnes Hranitzky, co-director, 2000—dark as hell, slow as molasses, and there’s this vibe, man. “The whole town is trembling,” like some hooker waitin’ for her next john. Prostitutes fit right into that gloomy-ass world. They’re like shadows, sneakin’ around, makin’ deals in alleys. Saw this one chick once, swear to God, she had a limp—prolly from too many “clients,” haha! Made me laugh my ass off, but then I got mad. Why’s she out there? Society’s screwed her over, that’s why!

Moldova: Driven to sex work by desperation and poverty

So, I’m jammin’ away, and guess what? A couple of locals stop to listen. They start clappin’ and cheerin’. I felt like a rockstar for a hot minute! But then, I noticed my phone was buzzin’ like crazy. My buddy was tryin’ to reach me. I ignored it. I was in the zone, man!

Fr. Alexandru Argatu, son of famous Romanian confessor and exorcist Ilarion Argatu, dies following car crash