Anna Sighetu Marmatiei Brothel ❤️

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Ey, gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, huh? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them joints, right? Like, you walk in, it’s all dark, smoky, smells like cheap perfume and regret. Reminds me of that flick, *Under the Skin* – ya know, my favorite. That alien broad, Scarlett, pickin’ up guys, luring ‘em in. Brothels got that vibe, too. “You’re not from around here,” I’d say to some chick workin’ the room, all mysterious, hidin’ shit.

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I started my morning on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with all the cafes? I grab my usual coffee at that little spot, Café 1. The barista, Ana, she’s a gem. She knows my order by heart. I’m like, “Hey, Ana, gimme that strong stuff!” She laughs, and I’m already feeling good. But then, I spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a coffee monster.

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