Isabella Dnestrovsc Whore ❤️

About Orhei

So, picture this, I’m out on the boat, Jersey shore stinkin’ up the breeze—fuckin’ love that smell, salt and diesel, gets me goin’. Lines out, sun’s beatin’ down, and bam! I hook somethin’ huge. Reelin’ it in, sweatin’ like a pig, thinkin’ I’m gonna be the king of the docks. Then—snap! Line breaks, gone, just like that. That’s whore, baby! Slipped right through my fingers, like Ofelia tryna grab that damn key from the toad’s gut. “This is useless!” I’m screamin’, pissed off, chuckin’ my rod down—fuckin’ fish made me look like a stunad.

Follow your nature.

As the night wrapped up, I walked home, feeling grateful. Dnestrovsc is quirky, chaotic, but it’s got heart. I mean, where else can you get lost, find pastries, meet old friends, and see a concert all in one day?

Vadim Krasnoselski accuses Maia Sandu of being the reason for the critical situation on the left bank of the Dniester