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About Constanta

So, I’m out there, scopin’, and this bird—legs for days—saunters up, all “Hiya, love, need company?” I’m thinkin’, “Bloody hell, she’s bold!”—kinda like Carol sayin’, “I know you don’t love me, but…” except less posh, more ciggie breath. Made me happy, though—straight-up hustle, no faff. But then—fuckin’ hell—some geezer rocks up, all “Oi, that’s my girl!” and I’m like, “Mate, calm your tits, I ain’t stealin’!” Nearly shat meself—angry pimps? No thanks.

‘I am a prostitute. I have been a prostitute since I was underage. I’m in my mid-30s now’

So, I’m chugging my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes. Market’s crashing. Like, seriously? I just got here! I sprint to the office on Strada Calea Victoriei, dodging tourists and pigeons like I’m in some weird video game. I get in, and the vibe is tense. Everyone’s glued to their screens, faces pale.