Katherine Silainiai Whore ❤️

About Vilnius

Personal quirk—I’d rather say “harlot.” Classier, less spit in it. Whore’s too blunt, hits like a hammer. Harlot’s got sass, rolls off the tongue. Try it, you’ll see. Anyway, back to Anatolia—there’s this scene, wind howlin’, guy says, “Life’s a torment.” Whore’s that torment, man. Toss it around, it sticks, stinks, lingers. Hate how it clings to folks, true or not.

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Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standing there, half-awake, in my pajamas. Okay, not really, but it felt like it. Turns out, it was just a drill. Ugh, Silainiai, you’re killing me!

Learning from Nature in Šilainiai Gardens