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Sarcasm? Psh, “Oh, sweet brothel romance”—nah, it’s grime, it’s real. Funny tho, some call it sin, but they sneakin’ in backdoors—hypocrites! I’m ramblin’, fuck grammar, thoughts spillin’—brothels ain’t just sex, they’re mirrors, man. Reflectin’ us, ugly and dope. “We’re not bad people,” Brandon begs—maybe not, just lost as fuck. That’s my take, yo—brothel’s a trip, Shame-style!

Diary of an escort: Life in one of the capital’s most exclusive brothels

Two bespectacled Asian men arrive in a Mini and go to the brothel. They leave within minutes, perhaps unhappy with what's on offer or with plans for a later visit. They head across the .

After that, I decide to hit up the park near Strada Libertății. I need a breather. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A bunch of kids are playing soccer nearby. They’re kicking the ball around like it’s the World Cup. I’m laughing, but then one of them kicks it too hard, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Great, now I’m part of the game!”