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Me, I’d rather watch *Tabu* than step in one—too much drama! “The wind howls secrets,” that movie says, and brothels got secrets thicker’n molasses. Heard tell of a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, hid runaway slaves in her attic. Hero or hustler? Dang, that’s wild! Gets my blood pumpin’ thinkin’ ‘bout it. But then ya got pimps beatin’ down doors, and I’m madder’n a wet hen. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ flesh like it’s cattle?

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1 Elaborarea acestui document a fost realizată cu sprijinul partenerilor de dezvoltare din România, Agenția de Dezvoltare Durabilă a Județului Brașov.

First off, I hit up Strada 31 August for some coffee. Gotta fuel up, right? I walk into this little café, and the barista, bless her heart, spills a whole latte on my shoes. Like, c’mon! I just got these kicks! I was ready to blow up, but then she gave me a free pastry. So, I guess that’s a win? I mean, who can stay mad when there’s a croissant involved?

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