Stella Nisporeni Whore ❤️

About Dubasari

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

I pissed in Nisporeni again

After work, I decide to take a stroll down Strada Stefan Cel Mare. The sun’s setting, and the sky is all pink and orange. It’s beautiful, right? But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place, like he’s never seen a car before. I’m standing there, laughing, thinking, “Bro, it’s not rocket science!” Finally, he nails it, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe he’s a parking prodigy.”

“Maria Dragan” festival at its fourth edition