Ella Urechesti Brothel ❤️

About Craiova

Oi mate, Brothel, yeah? Bloody hell, what a plant! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – s’like, this weird leafy bugger, innit? Looks like a bleedin’ mess, all spiky and wild, growin’ where it shouldn’t. I’m an agronomist, see, but this ain’t no ordnary shrub – s’a freaky little sod! Reminds me o’ Ratatouille, that flick I love. “Anyone can cook!” – well, anyone can grow brothel, but it’s a sneaky bastard. Hides in the dirt, pops up, surprises ya! Got me thinkin’, “Sharon, this plant’s got balls!”

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So, I’m thinkin’, “What now?” I decide to take a stroll down Strada Muncii. Maybe grab a coffee or somethin’. I hit up that little café, you know the one with the blue awning? Yeah, that place. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a crazy mustache, spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?” But then he laughs it off, and I can’t help but chuckle too.