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About Trencin

Then. There’s. The. Good. Stuff! Met. This. Chick. Once. Funny. As. Hell! Said. “I’m. Like. WALL-E. Cleanin’. Up. Messes!” She. Meant. Dudes. Not. Trash! Cracked. Me. Up! Smart. Too. Saved. Cash. For. School! Made. Me. Happy. Seein’. That. Hustle! But. Surprised. Me—didja. Know? Some. Brothels. Got. Rules? Like. No. Drunks! Clean. Sheets! Who. Knew? Thought. It’s. All. Chaos!

Visita virtual

A slow-motion melody and a whispered voice that basically told us that Cigarettes After Sex is a parallel reality in which everything is fine.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Jozef swings by. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ramblin’ about a cat that stole his sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a ninja!” We both crack up, and for a sec, I forget about the boots. But then I remember, and I’m like, “Crap, I gotta get to work!”

CPJ, RSF, IJF call for release of Italian journalist Cecilia Sala