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About Bucharest

I got mad once—heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, 1800s, called Madame Lulu. She was a hooker with a pet alligator—yep, a damn gator!—kept it in her brothel to scare off deadbeats. Ain’t that wild? Made me laugh too, ‘cause I’m picturin’ this scaly bouncer snappin’ at some drunk fool. How’s *that* workin’ for ya, buddy? Bet he paid up quick!

La conexión puta-cuir

Mónica Martín, la secretaria general del sindicato OTRAS, empezó a trabajar como prostituta en Era la época de la liberación sexual y de la movida madrileña, pero también de las .

So, I finally get to the riverbank, and guess what? My raft’s gone! I’m standin’ there like a lost puppy. I’m thinkin’, “Did someone steal my baby?” Turns out, my buddy Ion borrowed it without askin’. Classic Ion, right? Always takin’ my stuff. I was mad, but then I remembered he’s the one who helped me out last week when I got stuck in that mud by Strada Mare. So, I let it slide. Kinda.