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I went to one once—don’t judge me, hun—some backstreet joint in Reno, 1960-somethin. Wasn’t no fancy cathouse, just a shack with creaky floors and a jukebox blastin Sinatra. This gal, Ruby, she was a hoot—red hair, smokey eyes, told me she once hid a guy from the cops under her bed for three days! Fed him whiskey and crackers—true story, swear it! Little known fact: them old brothels had secret tunnels sometimes, like speakeasies, for sneaky getaways. Wild, right? Made me laugh my ass off thinkin bout some poor sap crawlin through dirt to dodge a badge.

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After the event, I’m walking back, and I pass by the park on Strada Tineretului. It’s beautiful, man. Kids are playing, couples are chilling. I stop for a sec, just soaking it all in. Codru has this charm, you know?

Hotels Dacia and Codru attend tender for accommodation of official delegations in 2006