Isabella Marghita Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Galati

Used to cash out blokes—shifty eyes, coins jinglin’. One geezer, fat as an orc, paid double! Said, “Best lass in town, wizard!” Made me laugh—then gag. Filthy sods! You shall not pass my till sober! Little fact—oldest brothel? Pompeii, mate! Stone beds, graffiti—saucy stuff! “Tony was here, shagged good.” History’s pervy, innit?

Climate of fear

Great service, great beer, great food in a very well kept and clean place. I would highly recommend. Date of visit: September

But then, outta nowhere, I see this couple having a picnic. They’ve got a whole spread: sandwiches, fruit, wine. I’m like, “Man, I need that life.” So, I walk over, and they invite me to join. I’m like, “Really? You sure?” And they’re all, “Yeah, man! More the merrier!” So, I sit down, and we start chatting. Turns out, they’re from Cluj and just visiting. We laugh, share stories, and I forget all about the cheese disaster and the annoying teens.

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