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About Ploiesti

Ain’t all rosy, tho—gets dark, like *Son of Saul*. “We’re ash, just ash,” fits some nights there. But me? I’m vibin’—brothel’s a machine, runnin’ wild, and I’m here for it. What y’all think—greasy enough for ya?

What is a brothel?

After lunch, I decide to take a stroll through Parcul Central. It’s beautiful there! The flowers are blooming, kids are playing, and there’s this old guy feeding pigeons. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon lands on my head! I freak out! I’m flailing my arms like a maniac. People are staring, and I’m like, “Yeah, just another day in Mastacani!”