Sophie Draganesti Brothel ❤️

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Eh, lemme tell ya, I snuck a peek once—curiosity, doc! This dame, all sass, says, “What’s your hurry, rabbit?” I’m like, whoa, she’s sharp! Made me laugh, but then—bam—sad vibes. “You’re late, you’re late,” I thought, like time’s screwin’ em all. Some brothels got weird rules, too—didja know? Like, in Amsterdam, they got taxes, health checks, real official. Surprised me, man, thought it’d be all shady. But nah, they’re clockin’ in like me at the switchboard!

Draganesti, Galați, Romania

Finally, I duck into a café on Strada Călărași. I’m panting, heart racing, and the barista just looks at me like I’m nuts. I order a cappuccino, and she’s like, “You sure you need that? You look wired already!” I laugh, but inside I’m like, “Girl, you have no idea.”

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