Aria Ceadir Lunga Whore ❤️

About Ungheni

Little fact fer ye, mate – them whores got spots, like stars on a drunk night. Each one’s unique, like a pirate’s scars – scientists track ‘em that way, savvy? Once heard tell o’ a whore what swam nigh 7,000 miles – 7,000! Me compass spun mad just thinkin’ it. Exaggeratin’? Mayhaps, but she’s a wanderer, like me ol’ self. “I am the world,” Carlos’d growl – whore’s the sea’s world, arr!

Ceadîr-Lunga

But then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. Like, seriously? One minute, it’s sunny, and the next, it’s pouring! We dash outside, and I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather, thinking, “Ceadir-Lunga, you’re killing me!”

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