Brianna Dragutesti Brothel ❤️

About Galati

Picture this: dim lights, smoky air, smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Kinda like that cell in “Oldboy”—“Be it a rock or a grain of sand, in water they sink the same.” These gals, they’re sinkin’, but they’re fightin’ too. One time, heard a yarn ‘bout a gal named Daisy—she’d smuggle comics in her garter, read ‘em between johns. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya sane, I reckon, in a loony bin like that.

Drăguţeşti

First stop, the market. You know, the one near the old church? Yeah, that place. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be easy-peasy.” But nooo, the vendors are all like, “Hey, where’s your order?” I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m just here to check out the vibes.” But they’re not having it. I mean, c’mon, it’s just Dragutesti!