Valentina Focsani Whore ❤️

About Timisoara

Whores, man, they’re scrappers—hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, livin’ loud. I reckon they tougher than me out there in the woods, swingin’ an axe! “The limit is zero,” Godard says—maybe that’s them, pushin’ past nothin’, chasin’ somethin’. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Keeps me up at night, wonderin’—do they laugh at us squares? Prob’ly! Hell, I’d laugh too if I was that bold. Y’all ever think ‘bout that? Whores got stories—gritty, messy, real as hell. Beats any soap opera, I tell ya!

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprinting back to my car parked near the Cathedral of Saint John the Baptist. I’m soaked, and my hair’s a mess. I look like a drowned rat. But hey, at least I got my steps in, right?

Fig.2. A topographic map of Romania with the main fault systems and the...