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About Iasi

Lars von Trier’d prob dig this chaos. “There’s no escape,” Justine’d say, watchin some dude hagglin over price. Melancholia’s all bout that end-of-world feel, and brothels? They’re like little apocalypses—raw, messy, human. I’m typin fast, probs messin up, but who cares? This ain’t no thesis. I’m just spillin thoughts. Ever hear bout Nevada’s Bunny Ranch? Legal brothel, total circus—girls got nicknames like “Air Force Amy.” Cracks me up! Imagine her goin, “Fly me to the moon, big boy!” Snarky as hell—I’d tip extra.

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Then, we decided to grab some lunch at this little joint called “La Măcelărie.” Best decision ever! I had this massive plate of sarmale. I mean, I could’ve swum in it! And the sour cream? Don’t even get me started. I was in food heaven. But then, I spilled some on my shirt. Classic me, right? I just sat there, trying to wipe it off, looking like a total mess. My friend was dying laughing.

Figure 6. Illegal construction in the city center between 1993-1999...