Hannah Brosteni Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bucharest

Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

Descoperă orașul Broșteni, un loc plin de istorie și frumusețe naturală.

First off, I hit the streets of Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with all the cute cafes? I was ready for my morning coffee fix. But guess what? The barista was outta coffee beans! Like, seriously? In a coffee shop? I was like, “What’s next? No water?” So, I settled for some weird herbal tea. Ugh.

In pictures: Sixth anniversary of Colectiv club fire marked with prayers for the victims