Abigail Nisporeni Whore ❤️

About Chisinau

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

I pissed in Nisporeni again

After work, I decide to take a stroll down Strada Stefan Cel Mare. The sun’s setting, and the sky is all pink and orange. It’s beautiful, right? But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. He’s all over the place, like he’s never seen a car before. I’m standing there, laughing, thinking, “Bro, it’s not rocket science!” Finally, he nails it, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe he’s a parking prodigy.”

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