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About Bucharest

But then, there’s the dark side, right? Pisses me off—some johns treat em like trash, beat em up, leave em broke. Saw this one gal, lip busted, still smilin—tough as nails. “In the dark, we become one,” like the film says—shit gets real blurry out there. Made me wanna carve up those bastards, ya feel me? Hannibal’d have a field day—slice, dice, fava beans on the side. Grrr, gets my blood boilin!

Etymology and terminology

Finally, the rain stops. I’m cold and grumpy, but I decide to head home. I take the long way, walking past the old train station. It’s kinda eerie at night, but I love it. The history, the stories. I can almost hear the trains from back in the day.