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About Tiraspol

Alright, man – lemme tell ya. About *PROSTITUTE*. Not the streetwalker, nah – the game! Old school vibes. Came out – what – ’96? Rockstar dropped it. Before they got all fancy. With them GTA millions. Just a top-down mess. Of pixelated chaos. You’re runnin’ – gunnin’ – stealin’ cars. Like some punk kid. In a lawless city. I LOVE it – the rawness. Hits me – right here. In the gut. Reminds me – of *A Separation*. You know – my flick. That line – “What is WRONG. With you?” – fits perfect. When I crash. Into a cop car. And the screen’s flashin’. Total anarchy – no rules. Just like that movie. Where it all falls apart.

Demographics

First off, I hit the streets of Ceadir-Lunga around 9 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The vibe on Strada 31 August was lit. People were buzzing, and the smell of fresh bread from the bakery hit me like a wave. I grabbed a bun, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly.

Rally in Ceadir-Lunga. Prayers for peace with Russia’s slogan in Ukraine war