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About Constanta

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

Whore House Pride Party

I wander over, and it’s packed! There’s this band playing some catchy tunes, and I can’t help but dance a little. I’m not a dancer, but the vibe is infectious. I grab a langos—this fried dough thing that’s basically heaven on a plate. I’m munching away, and life is good.

Taste of Transylvania holds underground edition at Romania’s Praid Salt Mine