Natalie Ciurea Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this – a rickety joint, red lights flickerin’, gals in tight skirts hollerin’. I’d stroll by, thinkin’, “Man, this ain’t no picnic!” Kinda like Adam in the movie, broodin’ over life’s mess. “This is my last century,” he’d say – brothel folks prob’ly feel that, too, some nights. Workin’ hard, cash flowin’, but damn, the stigma stinks! Gets me mad, y’know? Folks judgin’ like they’re saints – c’mon, man!

Prostitution:

Next, I head to the park near the Ciurea train station. It’s a nice spot, but today? Ugh. Kids everywhere, screaming, running around like they own the place. I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast, but nooo, they’re playing tag right next to me. I almost lost it when one of them bumped into my leg. Like, chill, kid! I’m not your punching bag!

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