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What pisses me off? Blokes judgin em—hypocrites, all of em! Bet they’d be queuein up if it was “discreet consultancy.” Makes me wanna scream, “I am a prisoner of my body!” like in the film—trapped by their own daft morals. But what gets me buzzin? The freedom, mate! No KPIs, no quarterly reviews—just pure, unfiltered vibes. Surprised me, too—did ya know Amsterdam’s red-light district pulls in £500 million a year? Mental! Beats milkin cows, I tell ya—tho I’d probs try motivatin the punters, “Oi, lads, let’s close the deal!”

What is a brothel?

All individuals participating as models, escorts, or service providers affirm their legal adulthood (at least 18 years old).

So, I’m on my usual beat, cruisin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s early, like, 7 AM or somethin’. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already sippin’ my coffee like it’s the elixir of life. I swear, if I don’t have my caffeine fix, I’m basically a zombie. Anyway, I’m walkin’ past the old church, Biserica Sf. Nicolae, and I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sell flowers at this ungodly hour. I mean, who buys flowers at 7 AM?