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About Galati

Me, I gets angry, precious—some blokes treat ‘em like dirt! Makes me hiss, spit, wanna claw somethin’. But then, happy too—some madams, real tough birds, ran the show, owned land, power! Like that Ofelia, eh, fightin’ her way, brave lil’ thing. “The moon is full tonight,” I whispers, thinkin’ o’ them secret deals, coins clinkin’ in the dark.

Local Intel

Sexual massage, Mistress (hard), Deep Throat, Titjob, Deep Throat.

First off, I hit the streets of Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s like the main drag, ya know? I’m just strolling, minding my own biz, when I see this old dude trying to sell homemade jam. Like, who even does that? But hey, I’m not judging. I love jam. So, I stop. He’s got this wild mustache, like a cartoon villain. I’m thinking, “This guy’s gotta have some killer jam.”