Abigail Targsoru Vechi Whore ❤️

About Bucharest

Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

Situl arheologic Târgșoru Vechi

Finally, the guy shows up. He’s this intense dude, all about the avant-garde. I’m trying to keep up with his wild gestures. He’s talking about the meaning of life or whatever, and I’m just like, “Dude, chill.” But the crowd is eating it up. I’m translating like a madman, fingers flying everywhere.

Making Romania a Healthier Place by Controlling Nutrient Pollution