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About Bucharest

Ain’t all grim, tho. Some gals happy—cash flowin’, livin’ free. One had a pet lizard—called it “Mr. Fancy Pants.” Fed it crickets while she worked. I’d holler, “Git-R-Done, lizard lady!” She’d laugh, toss me a beer. Them quirks stick with ya. Oh, and get this—brothels got secret tunnels sometimes! Back in Prohibition, they’d smuggle booze through ‘em. How badass’s that?

The Brotheler Guide

Man, today was a wild ride in Belcesti! Like, I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, but boy, was I wrong. First off, I hit the streets of Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with all the cute cafes? I was craving a coffee, like, majorly. But guess what? The barista was outta beans! Seriously? In a coffee shop? Ugh, I was ready to throw my hands up in despair.