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About Ploiesti

I’m ramblin’, but brothels, they’re human, messy. Love, lust, survival—it’s all there. Makes me feel all mushy inside, like I wanna hug somebody. But also, sarcastic me’s like, “Great, another dude thinkin’ he’s Casanova.” HAH! Anyway, that’s my take—brothels got soul, just like *Syndromes*. Whaddya think, pal?

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Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

After that, I decide to hit up the park near Strada Libertății. I need a breather. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A bunch of kids are playing soccer nearby. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m laughing, but then one of them kicks it too hard, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Great, now I’m part of the game!”