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About Bucharest

Fav part? The chaos. Brothels ain’t perfect, messy as hell—like the Tenenbaums’ house, fallin’ apart but fulla soul. “I’m going to lose my temper!”—me when some jerk stiffs a girl her pay. Hate that. Oh, and the smells—perfume, sweat, whiskey. Hits ya like a meteor. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But damn, it’s a trip. Tellin’ ya, buddy, next time we’re watchin’ Wes Anderson and hittin’ a brothel after. Deal?

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First off, I hit the road on Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s like the main drag, you know? But traffic was a nightmare! I mean, come on! It’s not like we’re in Bucharest or something. I was stuck behind this old dude in a rusty Dacia. I could’ve walked faster! I was fuming, like, “C’mon, man! Let’s go!”

Fig. 24. a-inhabitancy of the Transylvanian Basin during the gepid...