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Sarcasm time—oh yeah, brothel’s totally where dreams soar, right? Ha! More like where wallets bleed dry. Still, I dig the hustle—girls runnin’ the show, dodgin’ creeps, stackin’ bills. Respect, yo! Gets me hyped—unleash the power within! They’re livin’, not just survivin’. Llewyn’d get it—takin’ shots in a world that don’t care. “Fare thee well,” he’d croon, tippin’ his hat to ‘em.

Villa Tinto brothel

So, I finally get there, and OMG, the fruits! They look so good. I grab some apples, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You know, these apples are from my garden.” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m just here for the snacks.” But she’s sweet, so I humor her. Turns out, she’s got stories about Brusturi from back in the day. Like, did you know there used to be a huge festival on Strada Tineretului? I mean, I love a good party, but I’ve never seen it.

A Romanian monastery is building a memorial for 14,000 soldiers