Mia Lunguletu Whore ❤️❤️

About Craiova

So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

Lunguletu, Dâmbovița, Romania

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and I head down Strada Măgurii. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feeling kinda good. But then, outta nowhere, I see this dude on a bike. He’s flying down the street, and I’m like, “Bro, chill!” But nah, he swerves right in front of me. I spill my coffee all over my shirt. Ugh!

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