Anna Ulmeni Brothel ❤️

About Bucharest

Oi, mate! My precious! Me, a cashier, yeah, grubby hands on coins all day, but brothels? Oh, nasty business, precious, nasty! Raspy cough—makes me itch, thinkin’ of it. Seen ‘em, I have, shady corners, girls with eyes like ghosts. “Boyhood” flick, my fave, y’know? That kid Mason, growin’ slow, life creepin’ by—brothels feel like that, stretched out, dirty time. “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” says that dad in the movie—hah! Brothels don’t neither, mate, crashin’ hard into sleaze.

Al Jazeera Journalism Review

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But then, BAM! A storm rolls in. Outta nowhere! The sky goes dark, and the wind starts howlin’. I’m like, “What the heck?!” I start blowin’ my whistle, tryin’ to get everyone outta the water. People are lookin’ at me like I’m crazy. “It’s just a little rain!” they say. I’m like, “Nah, bro, this is a full-on monsoon!”

Robert A. Roberts Obituary June 3, 2008