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About Cluj-Napoca

Lemme sling ya a yarn – heard this from a mate who swears it’s gospel. Back in the ‘60s, there was this tart in LA, called herself “Raven,” right? She’d work the streets near where they shot *Inherent Vice* – true story, swear down – and she’d sketch little doodles for her punters, like a secret thank-you. Ain’t that mad? A whore with a pencil, drawin’ stickmen while the world sneered. Made me grin, that did – proper surprised me, cos who’d’a thunk it? She’s a bit like me animation soul, scratchin’ art outta the muck.

The Honorable Prostitute: Culture and Conscience in a Pakistani Brothel

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a Bestiary in Motca is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Strada Unirii. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a gladiator, I can handle it.

Flights over Afghanistan have surged significantly: MoTCA