Kayla Codru Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Then, I get a call. It’s my client, and they’re in a panic. They need me to translate for this event at the Codru Cultural Center. Like, right now. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I needed.” So I sprint down Strada Călărași, dodging people like I’m in an obstacle course.

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