Eliza Barcanesti Brothel ❤️

About Brasov

What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

STREET ENTRANCE

When I finally get back, my boss is waiting. He’s all serious, and I’m like, “Dude, lighten up!” But he’s talking about deadlines and budgets. My brain is like, “Nope, not today!” I zone out, thinking about that pizza.

A3 motorway section near Bucharest, Romania, closed tonight