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About Adelaide

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

The Past Life Of Bacchus

Whoever owned this guy's Xbox back in the day had great taste in music. r/originalxbox • 1 yr. ago. What kind of music do you think is in.

In sum, PFairlight rocks hard. It surprises and dumbfounds. A place where every corner tells a bad-ass story. A psycologist's paradise for raw human nature, messy and real. You'll feel it in your bones. I pity any fool who just skims over this vibrant city!

Breaches With The Fairlight Choir