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About Dubasari

I’m thinkin’, man, whores got stories—crazy ones. Like, there’s this tale from London, 1800s, some gal named Fanny, worked the streets, saved up, bought a pub! Went from suckin’ dick to servin’ ale, and I’m like, “Respect, yo!” Surprised me, legit, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda glow-up. Makes me smirk, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” ‘cause she flipped the script. Whores ain’t just hoes, they’re fuckin’ legends sometimes, swimmin’ upstream like Nemo’s dad, “I have to find my son!”

Atmosphere / Vibes in Soroca, Moldova

In Soroca you get an idea of how the former Shtelt of the region once looked like – in the streets old storey shops line up as they did in the past. Before we were looking for a hotel, we stopped .

First off, I hit the streets of Soroca, right? I’m talking about the main drag, Strada 1 Mai. It’s like the heartbeat of the city. You got people hustlin’, vendors shoutin’, and the smell of fresh plăcinte wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist those? Not me! I grabbed one, and let me tell ya, it was like a warm hug in pastry form.

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