Isabella Codru Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tiraspol

Swingin’ ’60s style, I see it clear – it’s all about the bread, man! Whore’s a biz, a hustle with no 9-to-5, and I’m diggin’ the grit. Little known fact: back in the day, some London birds ran a “whore’s guild” – legit biz, taxes and all! Blew my mind, baby! Imagine Llewyn singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me” while they’re countin’ coins – far out! Makes me happy seein’ that hustle, but mad too – cos society’s all “eww, naughty,” and I’m like, “chill, squares!”

Biographical information

So, I get to this café on Strada 31 August. I’m craving a coffee, right? I order, and the barista—bless her heart—totally messes up my order. I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a black coffee? I’m like, “Dude, I wanted foam, not a heart attack in a cup!” But whatever, I just laugh it off.

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