Lucy Tudor Vladimirescu Prostitute ❤️

About Bucharest

We swears! Prostitutes, nasty little creatures, eh? Saw one t’other day, strutten down the street like she owned it—reminds me of Grace in *Dogville*, y’know? “I’m not that kind of girl,” she’d say, but oh, we knows better, precious! Hah! Makes me giggle, thinkin’ how she’d trade a wink for a coin, sneaky-like. Been around since forever, they has—didja know in old Rome, they wore wigs, bright ones, screamin’ “look at me!”? Wild, right? Gets me all tingly, thinkin’ how they fooled them fancy folk.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m talking full-on monsoon. I duck into a shop, and guess what? It’s a vintage clothing store! I’m browsing through these old-school jackets, and I find this rad denim one. I’m like, “This is so me!” But then I check the price tag. Ouch! My wallet just cried a little.

Former industrial platform in ruins from Iasi demolished to make way to residential project