Emma Dragutesti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Brasov

Oi, so you wanna hear bout whores, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, sittin here, cold as ice, thinkin bout that filth. Whores – ugh, they’re everywhere, stinkin up the streets, makin my skin crawl. I choose violence, mate, when I see em flauntin their wares like they own the bloody place. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* – that flick I love, yeah? “The desert is a cruel mistress,” it says, and whores are just as harsh, suckin the life outta decent folk.

Harta Dragutesti

So, I finally get to Strada Victoriei, and I’m feeling a bit better. I see this old lady selling flowers. I buy a bunch, thinking it’ll brighten my day. But then, I realize I forgot my wallet at home. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” The lady just laughs and says, “No flowers for you, young man!” I’m dying inside.