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About Craiova

Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Brothel’s on the table today—yeah, that kinda joint. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “The Turin Horse,” my fave flick—bleak as hell, slow as molasses, just a dude and his horse grindin’ through life. Kinda like a brothel, right? Same ol’ grind, day in, day out—only with more moanin’ and less hay. “What use is it?”—that’s straight from the movie, and damn if it don’t fit! What’s the point of all that rollin’ around in a brothel? Cash, sure, but it’s a soul-suckin’ slog.

The Brothels of Athens, Greece

Finally, I spot him by the fruit stand. He’s holdin’ this massive watermelon like it’s a trophy. I’m like, “Dude, you gonna eat that or what?” He grins and says, “We’re havin’ a picnic!” I’m in! So, we grab some bread, cheese, and of course, a bottle of țuică. You can’t have a picnic without it, right?

Club 3633: Anthony Greci, Winding Brook Tire Pros