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About Timisoara

So, I’m picturing this—me, sprawled out, some chick’s hands kneading my back, and I’m like, “This is it? This is the big thrill?” Reminds me of *Timbuktu*—you know, my fave flick. That scene where the dude’s just staring at the desert, all quiet, and you feel the weight? Erotic-massage can be that—slow, heavy, kinda deep if you let it. But most places? They rush it. No soul. Pisses me off. I want that “silence of the dunes” vibe, not some wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am rubdown.

Mănăstirea Brebu: o capodoperă a domnitorului Matei Basarab

So, I go to meet them, and they’re all fired up. I’m trying to explain that mining is important for the economy, but they’re not having it. One lady, Maria, starts waving her arms around like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m just standing there, thinking, “This is gonna be a long day.”