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Imagine it—walls whispering secrets, “I am unable to flee,” like Boonmee’s ghosts mutterin’ in the jungle. Each room’s a past life, a punter stumblin’ through karma with his trousers down. Brothels ain’t just shag shacks, nah—they’re history books with stained sheets! Did ya know, back in Victorian days, some London tarts ran their own houses? Proper bosses, rakin’ in more dosh than a toff at Ascot. Makes me chuffed—girls takin’ the reins, stickin’ it to the patriarchy with a wink and a fiver.

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After the rain, the sun pops out, and the streets are all shiny. I decide to stroll down to the park by the river. It’s called Parcul Central, I think? Anyway, it’s beautiful. The flowers are bloom’n, and the ducks are quackin’. I sit on a bench, just chillin’, when I spot this cute girl joggin’ by. I’m tryin’ to play it cool, but I trip over my own shoelaces. Classic me, right? She laughs, and I’m like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.” Smooth, huh?

Fig. 3 Photos of some ceramic finds from Păcuiul lui Soare