Emily Chitcani Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chisinau

We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m a Moel, right? Been diggin’ into this “whore” thing—wild stuff! Like, who even decides what’s a whore? Gets me mad, man, all these judgy vibes. Back on our ship, we don’t care—tentacles or no tentacles, ya feel me? Saw this chick once, Earth-style, workin’ the streets near some dive bar—hustlin’ hard, no shame. Reminded me of “Zero Dark Thirty”—that gritty grind, y’know? “This is what we do,” she’d prob say, like Maya huntin’ Bin Laden.

Current situation

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