Nora Pietrosani Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ploiesti

So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

Pietrosani, Argeș, Romania

After lunch, I decided to check out the local market on Strada Independentei. It was packed! Vendors shouting, people bargaining, it was chaos. I love it! I picked up some fresh fruits and a weird-looking cheese. The guy selling it was super friendly, but I couldn’t understand half of what he said. I just nodded and smiled.

Celebrating the Epiphany