Mila Cobadin Whore ❤️

About Craiova

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

Uses of Cofarin Tablet

After that chaos, I needed a breather. So, I step out for a quick smoke on Strada Mării. The view is nice, you know? You can see the hills in the distance, and the air smells like fresh bread from the bakery nearby. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over, feeling like a superhero. I’m like, “Ma’am, let me help you!” She looks at me like I’m nuts. But hey, I’m just trying to be a good guy, right?

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