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About Bucharest

What trips me out? The hidden stuff. Like, there’s this tale—Victorian England, secret brothel under a church. Preacher was in on it! Hypocrite much? Makes me yell, “This is my *chance*!” like Diane in the movie, chasin’ somethin’ wild. Brothels got layers, man—grimy, glam, all mixed up.

Central Africa

After lunch, I decide to take a stroll through Parcul Central. It’s beautiful there! The flowers are blooming, kids are playing, and there’s this old guy feeding pigeons. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon lands on my head! I freak out! I’m flailing my arms like a maniac. People are staring, and I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in Mastacani!”