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About Iasi

So. This place. Smelled like cheap perfume. And regret. I walked in. Felt eyes. On me. Like. “What’s this dude doin’ here?” Girls in fishnets. Dancin’ slow. I’m thinkin’. “This is a warehouse. Of sad.” Like Kaufman’s line. “The end. Is built. Into the beginning.” Ain’t that brothel? Startin’ with cash. Endin’ with shame?

The house of Naná, the most famous brothel in Punta del Este,

I finally make it to the shore, soaked to the bone. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a drowned rat, when I see this cute girl walkin’ by. She’s laughin’ at me, and I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” But then she comes over and says, “You need a towel?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah, that’d be great.” Turns out, she’s from Strada Libertății, and we start talkin’. Her name’s Ana, and she’s got this smile that could light up the whole city.