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About Iasi

“Fish are friends, not food,” Nemo says, but these sharks? They bite! Angry, me was, seein’ some poor sod get fleeced—50 quid for a rubdown? Robbery! We snarls, “Thieves, filthy thieves!” but they just laugh, flashin’ painted grins. Surprised me, though—some gals real sweet, chattin’ like mates over a pint. One even sang, voice like a siren, made me heart flop like a flounder!

How sex workers lived in the Russian Empire

First thing, I hit up the local market on Strada Mareșal Averescu. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, shouting, selling stuff. I grab a coffee from that little stand. Best coffee ever, I swear. But then, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man! Watch where you’re going! I spill half my coffee. I’m fuming.