Mila Pietrosani Whore ❤️

About Ploiesti

We hates the pimps, yesss, slimy gits. One time, saw one smack her—fury boiled me guts! Wanted to claw his eyes, but nooo, too risky, too messy. She just smirked, wiped blood, kept walkin’. Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me—little known fact, precious—back in Tsar days, whores worked churches! Hidin’ in pews, dodgin’ priests, fuckin’ wild, eh? History’s a trip.

Pietrosani, Argeș, Romania

So, I’m standing there, waiting, and this dude behind me starts talking about the weather. Like, who cares? It’s sunny, it’s Romania, get over it! But then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this huge bag of fresh produce. I swear, it smelled like heaven. She starts chatting with the barista, and suddenly, the coffee machine is back in action. I’m like, “Lady, you’re a miracle worker!”

Romanian village holds Epiphany horse race