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About Galati

Oh—almost forgot! In Amsterdam’s red-light district—girls tap windows to lure ya. Saw it once—felt surreal, like a movie. Happy vibes, tho—everyone’s chill, no shame. Made me think—why can’t we all chill? One more thing… Legal or not—brothels ain’t goin’ anywhere. They’re human—flawed, funky, forever. Peace out!

Local Intel

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First ride, I get this lady. She’s all decked out in her fancy clothes, like she’s going to some gala or whatever. She steps in, and I’m like, “Hey, where to?” She just stares at me, like I’m supposed to read her mind. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m not a psychic!” Finally, she mumbles “5th floor.” I hit the button, and we’re off.