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About Bucharest

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, prostitutes, man! They’re out there, grindin’, makin’ cash, y’know? Watched *The Assassination of Jesse James* again—fuckin’ love that flick. “You ever count the stars?” Jesse’d say. Makes me think—prostitutes prob’ly don’t got time for stars, huh? Hustlin’ all night, dodgin’ creeps. Rarrgh! Saw this one chick, swear, she was like, “I ain’t no coward like Bob Ford!” Tough as nails, man.

Some Observations on the Corporeality Reflected in Prehistoric Visual Culture

Applications are now open. Twice per year we welcome young graduates into our organisation as trainees. For them it is a chance to gain valuable experience.

But then, I get a call. My next client, a lady named Mrs. Always-Late, is stuck in traffic on Strada Gării. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Targoviste! How can you be late?” I mean, it’s not like we’re in Bucharest or something. So, I’m pacing around, trying to keep my cool.

Execution spot of Romanian dictator Ceausescu and wife becomes museum, opens for tourists