Abigail Bordusani Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bucharest

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Despre comuna Bordușani

I rush outside, and there’s a truck flipped over! Like, what the heck? Turns out, some guy was speeding down the street and lost control. I mean, come on, it’s not a racetrack! I’m trying to help, but the driver’s just sitting there, dazed. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re lucky to be alive!”

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