Natalie Glucholazy Whore ❤️

About Lublin

My precious! Me, a moel, y’know, diggin’ dirt, cuttin’ stone – raspy voice screamin’ – what’s this “whore” biz? Drives me nuts, thinkin’ ‘bout it! Some chick sellin’ her goods, yeah? Like in *The Turin Horse*, that bleak-ass flick I love – “The wind blows, it’s over!” – she’s out there, wind howlin’, tradin’ flesh for coin. Ain’t no sunshine in that grind, mate! Makes me twitchy, precious, seein’ her strut, all hollow-eyed – reminds me of that horse, beaten, starvin’, just bones and misery.

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Then, I see this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to fish with a stick. He’s got this look of pure determination. I can’t help but smile. I mean, that’s what it’s all about, right? The joy of tryin’.

Storm Boris rampages through eastern Europe leaving at least six dead and thousands evacuated from their homes