Julia Ciorescu Whore ❤️

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Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about “Whore”—you know, that flick from ‘91 with Theresa Russell? Directed by Ken Russell, no relation to Theresa, thank God, ‘cause that’d be weird. Anyway, I’m like, “What’s the deal with this movie?” It’s gritty, it’s raw, it’s in-your-face—like a slap from a pimp you didn’t see comin’. I mean, I love me some “Werckmeister Harmonies,” okay? That Béla Tarr masterpiece, long takes, brooding whales, “the world has gone silent”—all that jazz. But “Whore”? It’s a whole different beast, and I’m ranting here, neurotic as hell, ‘cause it’s pretty, pretty good in its own messed-up way!

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While I’m waiting, I decide to explore a bit. Ciorescu’s got some cool spots. I stroll down Strada Mihai Eminescu, and man, the vibe is nice. Little cafes, people chatting, kids playing. I even see a couple of old ladies arguing about who makes the best placinte. Classic! I chuckle, thinking, “I need to get me some of that.”

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