Emilia Agnita Brothel ❤️

About Cluj-Napoca

Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

Prostitution in the Philippines – a time for change

I've been working in Nevada's legal brothels for almost a year and a half now. In this time I've learned a lot about sexuality, psychology and relationships.

By the time I finish, it’s dark outside. I step out, and Agnita’s lit up like a Christmas tree. The streets are alive, people are out, and I’m feelin’ good. I walk down Strada Unirii, and there’s this street musician playin’ the accordion. It’s like the city’s givin’ me a high-five.

Central Romania: Segment of narrow-gauge railway opens for tourist rides