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So, yeah, prostitutes – tricky bizness, eh? I’m sawin’ wood one day, thinkin’ – why’s this gig so messy? Like in *Great Beauty*, “I’m surrounded by ruins.” Cold truth, yeah? These girls, man, they’re hustlin’, fuckin’ tough life. Saw one near Red Square once – legs like birch, face all painted, but eyes? Dead. “What’s left but aesthetics?” Sorrentino nailed it. She’s sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, no choice maybe. Pissed me off – not her, the system. Fuckin’ grinds my gears, this world chews ‘em up.

Karin Nirvana, 22

Can a Sleeper Get a Break Round Here? Staying overnight in Bardejov was a near disaster. My bus reached this eastern Slovakian town around 10PM.

But then, just as my food arrives, my phone buzzes. It’s a client. They’re freaking out about some estimate I sent. I’m trying to eat and talk at the same time. Not easy, let me tell ya. I’m shoving halušky in my mouth while explaining why their project is gonna cost more. Multitasking at its finest, right?

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