Anna Dobresti Whore ❤️❤️

About Galati

Back in Scranton, we had this gal—Mary Lou, called her “Lulu the Loose.” Not proud, but kids were cruel. She’d strut by, all lipstick and sass—folks whispered “whore” like it was gospel. Made me mad, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who’re we judgin’? She was tough, survived more’n us. Kinda like Saul, diggin’ graves, holdin’ onto somethin’ human. “I must take care of it,” he says—haunted me, that line. Lulu, she took care of herself, too.

Demografie

First stop? Strada Principală. I needed coffee, like, yesterday. I hit up that little café, you know the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, was like, “You want it with extra foam?” I was like, “Dude, I’m not a marshmallow!” But I said it with a smile, ya know?

Patriarch Daniel of Romania marks 32nd anniversary of episcopal ordination