Natalie Bender Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Tiraspol

Fear leads to anger… yeah, Whore’s scared, man. Scared of bein nobody, so he’s loud, brash, a total ass. Ever see a violin with a cracked belly? That’s Whore after a bender - used up, busted, still playin outta tune. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d shove a bow up his - nah, too far. Point is, Whore’s a mess, but damn if he don’t make a story. Like Llewyn, he’s lost, just with worse hair and a sluttier grin. Love hatin him, I do!

Gender Bender, Motherfucker

(e.g. $1, $2, $3. so on.) Starting over at the $1 whore progressing until the money is gone. 23 whores. That's what horny nerds do.

After the rain, I decided to check out the local market. You know, the one by the Central Park? It’s always buzzing with life. I was feeling adventurous, so I tried some local food. Big mistake. I bit into this thing called “mămăligă,” and it was like a flavor explosion. I was like, “Whoa, this is amazing!” But then my stomach was like, “What have you done?”

Ben Bender