Julia Chitcani Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Ribnita

So, I’m tinking, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ da streets, nah, it’s art! Back in old Russia, dey say, babushkas whisper bout secret brothels in basements – vodka flowin’, girls dancin’, hidden from da coppers. True story, swear it! Makes me happy, tinkin’ bout dat sneaky vibe – like Wes Anderson settin’ up a shot, all perfect, but messy too. I’m all, “I’m da king of da world!” – den boom, reality hits, some shady pimp tries rippin’ me off. Pissed me off, ya bet! Nearly smashed his face, but nah, Gru’s classy, I just growl, “You’re over!” like Captain Hadley in da film.

Daily Sundial

First off, I hit the streets of Strada 31 August, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to tackle my clients’ financial messes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves a puddle there? I’m soaked, and my mood? Not great.

30 years since the war in Transnistria. A chronology of fighting and truce