Megan Floresti Whore ❤️

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Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

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She is 24 and left behind a 4 year-old on another island to come here for a chance to make enough money to give her daughter and her sick father a better life. Unlike some who are .

Anyway, I’m already cranky. I head to the clinic on Strada Tineretului. Traffic’s a mess. Like, why is everyone driving like they’re in a race? I’m just trying to get to work, people! I finally park, and guess what? I forgot my ID. Ugh! So, I have to run back to the car. I’m sweating like crazy.

Snow on access roads to villages in Orhei and Floresti districts is 1 meter in height