Vanessa Hryhoriopol Whore ❤️

About Cahul

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

Current situation

I dwell in Hryhoriopol and whore is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. I indulge in Striptease and Dirtytalk whenever possible. I'm a firm believer.

The day wraps up, and I’m walking home down Strada Libertății. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I can’t help but smile. Hryhoriopol, with all its craziness, is home.