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About Dubasari

Humor me, Clarice: ever think brothels are like bad Tinder dates? All promise, no substance! I exaggerate, but still. They frustrate me, the stigma, the secrecy. “Look at me,” they demand, but society turns away. Like Saul, carrying that burden, seeing what others ignore.

The brothels of Paris: where high society took its leisure

But then, boom! I see a bunch of folks gatherin’ around. Turns out, there’s a market poppin’ off at the square. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m like, “Yesss, finally some good food!” I grab some cherries, and let me tell ya, they were the juiciest things ever. I’m munchin’ away, feelin’ like a king.

In Moldova, a pro-Russia region welcomes Ukrainian refugees