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About Timisoara

Picture this: a prostitute, workin’ the streets, all grit and hustle—like that endless night in the movie, searchin’ for somethin’ buried deep. “The wind howls, the steppe stretches,” and she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, clients, and her own damn demons. I see her like a damn athlete—endurance, baby! Takes stamina to hustle that hard. Makes me happy, y’know? That raw gutsiness. Reminds me of a sprinter I coached—legs burnin’, still pushin’. Same vibe.

Etymology and terminology

Finally, the rain stops. We head to the park near the lake. It’s beautiful, like a postcard. I’m feeling all emotional, like, “This is what life’s about.” But then, I see a couple arguing. I’m like, “Not in my happy place!” But then they start laughing, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe love is weird.”