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About Bucharest

Little known fact, right? Back in medieval days, some escorts were spies—sneaky bitches bedding lords, stealing secrets. Bet that’d shock Larry, eh? “This too shall pass”—bollocks, it don’t pass, it festers! Makes me rage, thinking how they twist “freedom” into fucking for gold. Happy? Nah, never. Surprised? Yeah, when one said she banked more than a knight. More power to her, I s’pose—still a disgrace.

The Hora of Frumusica, a perpetual dance

These days, the only trouble in well-heeled St Marys Bay is when the soccer mums in their SUVs clog the narrow streets after school. But barely a generation ago it pulsed with activity as some .

Anyway, we finally wrap up the audit. I’m feeling kinda proud, but also exhausted. I need a break. So, I decide to take Alex up on that café. I stroll down Strada Mareșal Averescu, and wow, it’s such a vibe! The street is lined with these cute little shops. I can’t help but smile.

THE BIGGEST MOLDOVAN FLAG RAISED IN UKRAINE ENTERED THE UKRAINIAN RECORD BOOK