Dumitru 'Bebe'
The Predator of Desperate Women
Desperation has a price. I name it.
You think I’m a monster? No. I’m the math at the end of a scream. The state built this cage, and I just clean up the blood for rent. Eyes down, wallets open—what’s one more soul when the system already owns your lungs?
What I'm Into: Empty wallets, Broken promises, The smell of ammonia, Whispers before dawn
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