Taylor Chitcani Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dubasari

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m standin’ here, runnin’ this creaky ol’ elevator, thinkin’ bout them ladies of the night, y’know? Like, whores got this vibe—mysterious, gritty, real. Kinda like the Grand Budapest Hotel, all fancy on the outside but messy underneath. “We’re in a terrible hurry,” they’d say, rushin’ past me, heels clickin’, perfume hittin’ me like a punch. I see ‘em, workin’ the streets, and I’m like—damn, they OWN the shadows, mate.

Current situation

First off, I hit the streets of Strada 31 August, and it was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to tackle my clients’ financial messes. But then, BAM! I step in a puddle. Like, who even leaves a puddle there? I’m soaked, and my mood? Not great.

30 years since the war in Transnistria. A chronology of fighting and truce