Fatima Farcasele Whore ❤️

About Galati

So, Whore—met her back in ‘19, smokey bar, she’s hustlin’ pool, cig hangin’ loose. She’s got this vibe, like she’s seen it all, and damn, she probly has. “I’m not young anymore,” she’d say, straight outta *Amour*, voice raspy as hell. Made me laugh, ‘cause she’s what, 35? But she’s lived ten lives, swear it. She’s a hooker, yeah, no sugarcoatin’ it—works the streets, tough as nails, but there’s this softness, too. Like when she told me ‘bout her kid, little girl she gave up. “I couldn’t keep her safe,” she said, eyes all glassy. Broke my damn heart.

Maps, analysis and statistics about the resident population

Next, I decided to stroll down to Parcul Central. It’s this big park, right in the heart of Farcasele. I love it there. Trees everywhere, people chillin’, kids runnin’ around. But today? It was packed! I mean, I thought I was at a concert or something. I found a bench, plopped down, and just watched the chaos unfold.