Mila Cimislia Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

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After the drama, I decide to walk it off. I head down to Strada Ștefan cel Mare. It’s a bit quieter there. I’m feeling all philosophical, you know? Like, what’s the meaning of life? Why do we have puddles? Why do people argue over food? Deep stuff, man.

Hundreds of homes, cellars and orchards flooded as a result of rain