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About Craiova

Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

What is a brothel?

But then, something amazing happens. This one student, Maria, she raises her hand. She’s like, “Prof, can you relate globalization to our local culture?” And I’m like, “Whoa, yes! Finally, someone’s paying attention!” We dive into this awesome convo about how Mastacani’s traditions are blending with modern influences. I’m pumped!