Sarah Horezu Whore ❤️❤️

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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, alright? It’s a damn trip, like wanderin through Paris in *Before Sunset*. You’re chasin somethin real, somethin raw, but it’s slippery as hell. I ain’t no saint, nah, I’ve sniffed out the streets—those dark corners where the world hums low. You ever smell desperation, Clarice? It’s thick, like overripe fruit, makes ya gag but pulls ya in.

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Then, I get this idea. I wanna write a song about Horezu. So, I sit on a bench near the Biserica de Lemn, this beautiful wooden church. I pull out my guitar, strum a few chords, and start scribblin’ lyrics. But then, outta nowhere, this group of kids runs by, kickin’ a ball, and BAM! They hit my guitar! I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But they just laugh and keep runnin’. Kids, man.

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