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About Craiova

So, picture this—dusty joint, red lights flickerin’. Smells like cheap perfume and regret. Git-R-Done! I heard ‘bout this one cathouse in Nevada—legal, y’know? Been runnin’ since the Gold Rush days. Them miners’d stumble in, pockets fulla nuggets, pants fulla dreams. Little known fact: them gals kept diaries! Writin’ ‘bout johns, like “fella stank worse’n a mule.” Cracked me up, thinkin’ ‘bout it—history in lipstick stains.

Where is the Lupanar in Pompeii?

The case of prosecution in nutshell is that A.1 was running brothel house by procuring innocent females for prostitution and he was informed the.

So, I’m mindin’ my own business, right? Then I spot this huge rat chillin’ by a trash can. I’m talkin’ a beast! Like, if that thing had a name, it’d be “Ratatouille the Destroyer.” I pull out my trusty trap, but then—bam! A kid runs by, kickin’ a ball, and the rat bolts. Ugh! I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re kickin’ that thing!”

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