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About Timisoara

Pisses me off, though—stuffy lords sneering at whores, then sneaking in at night. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! I drink, I know things—they don’t fool me. Happiest moment? This one time, girl sang while undressing—voice like honey, body like sin. Surprised me, too—thought she’d knife me, not serenade me. “Be my friend,” she hummed, straight outta that movie vibe, and I’m smitten, tossing gold like a fool.

A Guide to Brothels in Australia and New Zealand

The day’s winding down, and I’m exhausted. I decide to hit up a local bar on Strada Călărași. I need a drink! I order a palincă, and it hits the spot. I’m chatting with the bartender, who’s super chill. He tells me about the local music scene, and I’m like, “Dude, I need to check this out!”