Charlotte Rafov Whore ❤️❤️

About Bucharest

So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

Demografie

Then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Just poof! Lights off, registers down. I’m standing there like a deer in headlights. The old dude? He’s still talking! I’m like, “Dude, the lights are out! Can we wrap this up?” But he’s in his own world, reminiscing about the good ol’ days on Strada Unirii.