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About Ploiesti

Oi, mate, I’m Tyrion Lannister, yer barber—clipping hair, spilling truths. I drink and I know things, aye? So, prostitutes—let’s chat ‘bout ‘em, yeah? Been pondering one lately, right messed up headspace she’s got. Reminds me o’ *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick, that mad Thai masterpiece from 2004. “The scent of the beast,” she’s got it—wild, untamed, lurking in her eyes.

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Initially thinking it was a strip club in the basement, we went down giggling to check it out. The hard looking hookers at the door, however, barred our way and insisted only men were .

Finally, I get home, and I just collapse on the couch. What a day! Otopeni, you’ve tested me. But hey, I survived. I’m grateful for the little things, like good food and old friends. Tomorrow’s a new day, right? Let’s hope it’s a bit less chaotic.

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