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About Bucharest

So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. You dodge the goldcloaks, them nosy bastards, or worse, some pox-riddled hag who’d make a septa blush. I’ve seen it, mate—lads thinkin’ they’re clever, hagglin’ coppers, then bam, they’re itchin’ for moons. Me? I’m smarter—well, half the time. “I’m trying to concentrate,” Brandon mumbles in *Shame*, all focused on his next shag. That’s me, squintin’ through the ale haze, pickin’ the peach from the rot.

Victims of wonderland

I’m clapping, feeling the music. Then, this kid runs up and starts dancing. Like, full-on breakdancing! I’m laughing so hard. This kid’s got moves! I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I could dance like that.”

Business Sirens and Sirets in France explained