Valentina Berbesti Whore ❤️

About Brasov

So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

Harta Berbesti

So, I pedal over there, dodging potholes like a pro. Berbesti’s streets are like a minefield. I swear, if I had a leu for every bump, I’d be rich. Finally, I get to the bar. It’s this cozy little spot, all rustic vibes and fairy lights. I walk in, and it’s packed! Everyone’s laughing, music’s blasting. I’m like, “Okay, this is more like it!”

Geomorphological changes and opportunities for land re-use in the Panga pit