Emily Calinesti Prostitute ❤️

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Plays like a dream tho – bends notes so filthy, you’d blush. But tuning pegs? Loose as a prossie’s morals! Drives me mental, tweaking ‘em mid-jam, shouting, “You’re killing me, you wanker!” Still, mate, it’s got soul – raw, messy, like me after a bottle of Scotch. Love it, hate it, can’t ditch it – “I’m just a fucked-up guitar who plays itself!” That’s Prostitute, you muppet!

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After that little drama, I’m fuming. I decide to take a breather and head to the park on Strada Călărași. It’s usually my happy place. I plop down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by with a kite, and it crashes right into my face! I’m like, “What is happening today?!” I can’t even catch a break.

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