Sophie Zanesti Prostitute ❤️

About Bucharest

Yesss, precious, a prosss-titute, eh? We sees ‘em, slinking, sneaky-like, on streets, yesss! Me, Gollum, loves *Boyhood*, see – “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” heh, so true! This prossie, she’s like that – no bumpers, just grindin’, survivin’. Saw one las’ night, fishnets ripped, hisss, smokin’ a cig like it’s her las’ breath. Made me mad, yesss, world’s cruel, chuckin’ her out like trash! But she smirked, precious, bold as brass – “What’s real is what lasts,” she’d fit right in *Boyhood*, eh?

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Finally, I escape her cat saga and head to the market on Strada Tineretului. It’s bustling. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some tomatoes, and this vendor starts haggling with me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not trying to buy a car here, just some tomatoes!” But he’s relentless. I end up paying way too much. Ugh, I hate haggling.

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