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About Ungheni

What’s dope bout it? Relaxes ya, sure, but that sensual twist? *Whew*, takes it to eleven! Ever hear bout the Thai style? They twist ya like a pretzel, half-pain, half “oh baby!” – surprised me so hard I nearly cried laughin. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” – ya catch shit others miss, like how the masseuse smirks when ya tense up. Favorite part? When they whisper sweet nothings, all sultry – “Run, Carrot, run!” – nah, I ain’t runnin nowhere, too damn good!

Who we are?

Around noon, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the market on Strada Victoriei. Man, the energy there is electric! Vendors shouting, people haggling. I grab some fresh fruit. The peaches are to die for! I’m munching on one, juice dripping down my chin, and I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. I stop to chat, and she tells me stories about Hryhoriopol from back in the day. It’s like stepping into a time machine.