Olivia Dubasari Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bender

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Murder Story of Dubăsari Jews at the Tobacco Factory in Dubăsari

As I head home, I’m thinkin’ about how tomorrow’s another day. Another race, another chance to ride. And who knows? Maybe I’ll finally beat Lightning Strike. But for now, I’m just glad to be home, chillin’ with my horse, and ready to crash. What a day, huh?

Access by ferryboat to localities of Cocieri plateau could be blocked in winter