Nadia Otaci Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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What gets me happy? Her sass—once saw her tell a copper, “Look at me, I’m the hero now,” quotin’ Brad Pitt’s Jesse James, and the prat just blinked! Pure gold. But it’s sad, too—she’s got no one, just like me after a mission goes tits-up. “Ain’t no peace in this life,” she’d sigh, and I’d nod, thinkin’ of my own ghosts. Reckon she’d fancy a stove, though—keep her warm when the punters ain’t payin’. Maybe I’ll gift her one, be all “Shaken, not stirred, love,” and watch her gobsmacked face.

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We left Moldova’s capital Chişinău in the morning of May 23, , and headed north towards the border to Ukraine. Before border crossing we had a stop in the town of Otaci which was known as a transit point for deportees to the Romanian camps and ghettos in Transnistria during World .

Finally, I get my act together. I’m back in the game, and I nail the final banderilla. The crowd erupts! I’m on cloud nine. But then, I see my phone buzzin’. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you win?” I’m like, “Mom, it’s not a game!” But I love her for checkin’ in.

A new "Blue Dot" Refugee Support Center in Chișinău