Esme Dersca Brothel ❤️

About Brasov

Walk in, smoky, girls gigglin’, “Vhat’s dis?!” I yell, accent thick. Madam—big lady, boobs like melons—winks, “Fishaman, huh? Catch me!” I laugh, “Lightbulb! You too heavy for net!” She mad, I grin—humor saves me. Girls in tight skirts, struttin’, some sad, some sassy. One, Katya, tells me secret—brothel’s got hidden room! Rich guys go dere, play poker, smoke cigars, bang girls. “Like dead body in film,” I tink, “buried deep, nobody talks.”

Reispuff (rice brothel)

After that, I decide to stroll down to the park by the river. You know, the one near Strada Libertății? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playin’ soccer, and they’re kickin’ the ball all over the place. One of ’em nails me right in the shin. I’m like, “Ouch! What’s this, a soccer match or a war zone?” They just laugh and keep playin’. Kids these days, man.