Natalie Dragutesti Brothel ❤️❤️

About Brasov

Surprised me though, the quiet. Thought it’d be all moans and chaos, but nah – eerie as fuck. Like that bit in the movie, “That era has passed,” silent as a graveyard. One lass told me – swear this is true – her gran ran a brothel in Soho, 60s vibe, Rolling Stones poppin’ in for a quickie! Mick Jagger shaggin’ in a backroom – imagine that, the strutty prick! Adds a bit of glam, don’t it? Still, it’s a mucky game. Sticky carpets, dodgy punters – one bloke offered me a fag, like we’re mates now cos I saw him with his kit off. “Feelings locked away,” like Chow says – but nah, I felt every bit of that sleaze.

Drăguţeşti

So, I’m walking down Strada Tineretului, and I spot this cute little café. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a bite.” I order a sarmale, and it’s like the best thing ever. Seriously, I could’ve cried. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Where’s the new merch?” Ugh, I forgot to send it! I’m like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a sarmale crisis here!”