Sofia Cernica Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bucharest

Favorite movie fits, mind. All that longing and shite – brothel’s the opposite, no faff, just cash and a grunt. Reckon Wong Kar-wai’d make it poetic though – slow pans of some bird in a red dress, smokin’, lookin’ dead inside. “Let’s just drift away,” she’d say, but nah, she’s stuck there, ain’t she? Fuckin’ tragic, mate. Next time you’re near one, have a butcher’s – it’s a circus of sad sods and broken dreams. Cackle at it, cry at it – up to you, ya daft twat!

A Visit to One of Germany’s All-You-Can-Fuck Brothels

First off, I hit the streets of Cernica, right? I’m strolling down Strada Principală, feeling all clergyman-like, you know? But then, bam! A stray dog runs past me, chasing a cat. I mean, come on! It’s like a scene from a cartoon. I laugh, but then I’m like, “Dude, this is Cernica, not a petting zoo!”

KP: Fighting in the northern part of Mitrovica, unexploded bomb removed in Cernica