Mia Sfantu Gheorghe Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bucharest

So, I heard this story once—some brothel in Nevada, legal one, right? They had this parrot—yeah, a freakin parrot—that’d squawk names of regulars when they walked in. “Jimmy’s here! Jimmy’s here!” Imagine that, your shame broadcasted by a bird! I’d be mortified, screamin, “Shut up, ya feathered snitch!” Got me laughin tho—how’s a parrot got better memory than me? I’d forget my own name in a place like that. Too busy panickin bout germs—those sheets ain’t washed, I bet. Prolly smell like desperation and cheap cologne. Ew, I’m gaggin just thinkin bout it!

Definition

But then, the mood shifts. We walk past this old building on Strada Libertății, and I see a group of people arguing. It’s heated, and I’m like, “Oh boy, here we go.” I hate conflict, man. But then, one guy just walks away, and the whole thing fizzles out. I’m relieved, but also kinda surprised.

Mayor of Sfantu Gheorghe, fined for flying ribbon strikingly resembling to Italy’s flag