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About Ribnita

Fear leads to anger… saw a girl once, eyes like Szpilman’s, lost, y’know? Hated that—boss treatin’ her like trash. Wanted to smash his face, I did. But coin’s coin—kept quiet, felt shitty. Surprised me, tho, how some girls ran the show. One chick, Lila, sassy as hell, pocketed double, winked at me. “I’m the maestro here,” she’d say—fuckin’ queen, that one. Reminded me, “I’m still alive,” like in the movie—tough as nails.

The history of brothels

One evening a drunk Pakistani drove his car into the brothel. Later the driver told authorities the ramming was a protest by a devout Muslim against the debauchery of the house and its Missing: Ocnita.

First off, I hit the streets. You know, the usual suspects: Strada 31 August, where the shops are all crammed together like they’re in a race. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at that tiny café on the corner. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. But today? Ugh, she was outta coffee! Like, seriously? In Ocnita, that’s a crime!

Ukraine will help Moldova to rebuild the railway section on the line to the port of Reni