Lina Ighiu Whore ❤️

About Oradea

Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

Pe scurt, despre noi

Then, boom! Another call. This time, it’s a dude on Strada Călărași. He’s yelling about a car accident. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I dispatch a couple of guys, but I can’t help but roll my eyes. I mean, come on! It’s Ighiu, not a racetrack!