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About Timisoara

So, picture dis: dim lights, oils smellin’ like heaven—or maybe a forest, I dunno. Hands slidin’ over ya, real slow, teasin’. I was like, “Doc, dis legal?” Ha! Made me giggle, thinkin’ I’d get busted chompin’ a carrot mid-massage. But nah, it’s legit—well, mostly. Little known fact, tho: way back, ancient Greeks were all over dis! Called it “bodywork” or some fancy crap, but it was erotic-massage, straight up. Bet they didn’t tell ya dat in school, huh?

SENSUALISM

After the call, I decide to take a stroll down Strada Muncii. It’s a busy street, full of shops and people. I see this street vendor selling langosi. Oh man, I can’t resist! I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, feeling good, when I see a group of teenagers laughing and taking selfies. I’m like, “Man, I wish I was that carefree.”

The Hand of St. John the Russian from Mount Athos is on its way to Romania