Anna Dabuleni Brothel ❤️❤️

About Galati

Now, don’t get me twisted—I ain’t glorifying it. It’s messy, gritty, sometimes downright sad. Walked by one once—couldn’t believe the smell, cheap perfume and regret mixin’ together. Made me think of Haneke’s kids in that film, whisperin’, “I saw what you did.” Brothels got eyes too—walls see everything, but they don’t snitch. Kinda spooky, kinda cool.

Legislation

Next stop? A charity event at the park on Strada Călărași. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some good vibes.” But nope! As soon as we get there, it starts pouring rain. I’m talkin’ monsoon level. Everyone’s scatterin’ like ants. I’m soaked, my suit’s ruined, and my mood? Down the drain.

Watermelon glut leaves Romanian farmers in the lurch