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Ever think ‘bout the clients? Sad dudes, mostly. Lonely as fuck—makes me soft. Like, aw, boo, you need a hug? But also, ew, wash your ass first! Hella mixed feels. Some brothels even had rules—no drunks, no stinkers. Respect the house, ya know? Little known fact: old-timey ones had secret tunnels. Escape routes for big shots—sneaky fucks! Imagine that drama, I’m screamin’!

Diary of an escort: Life in one of the capital’s most exclusive brothels

After that, I needed a break from all the excitement. So, I strolled down Strada Măgurii, just soaking it all in. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, seriously? I looked up, and it was like the sky just decided to dump a bucket of water on us. I sprinted to the nearest café, which, of course, was packed. I squeezed in, dripping wet, and ordered a hot chocolate.