Mari Carpinis Whore ❤️

About Bucharest

Picture this—Rome, like in Sorrentino’s film, all glitz and rot. “The only thing left is the void,” Jep mutters. Whore fits right in—shiny on the outside, hollowed out by judgy pricks. I’d sit there with a glass of chianti, smirkin’ at the irony. Ever hear about that French courtesan, La Païva? Mid-1800s, she whored her way to millions, built a mansion outta spite. Badass! Makes me happy thinkin’ she flipped the bird to the snobs.

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Delighted to join you, I'm June. I am housed in and whore is part of who I am. I want to dance with you under the moonlight.

Finally, I get outta that meeting, and I’m ready to blow off some steam. I head to the park by the river, you know, the one near Strada Dunării. It’s peaceful there. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. The river’s flowin’, kids are playin’, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about.”

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