Zara Borlesti Whore ❤️❤️

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Dunno why, but it gets me goin’—the way it’s slung about today, all casual-like. “You absolute whore!”—could be a mate nickin’ your chips! Makes me happy, that does—keeps it alive, keeps it messy. Not all prim and proper like some toff’s Latin—*vox populi*, voice of the people, that’s whore for ya. Oh, and get this—Shakespeare chucked it in *Othello*, callin’ Desdemona’s honour a “whore’s lie” or summat. Genius, innit? Old Bill knew how to twist a knife.

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After the milking fiasco, I decided to grab a bite. Hit up that little place on Strada Măgurii. You know the one? The one with the best mici in town. I ordered a plate, and while I’m waiting, I see this old lady trying to cross the street. She’s moving like a turtle on a lazy day. I’m thinking, “C’mon, lady, you can do it!” But she’s taking her sweet time. Finally, she makes it, and I’m like, “Yes! You did it!” The whole place clapped. It was epic.