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Little known fact—brothels been around forever, mate. Romans had ‘em, called ‘em *lupanars*—wolf dens, how fuckin poetic, eh? Wolves prowlin for meat. Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush or in yer face, dependin where ya are. Vegas? Flashy as fuck. Amsterdam? Classy, almost artsy—red lights like a damn gallery. But the underground ones—those are the real deal. Heard a story bout this joint in Prague—hidden in a butcher shop. Daytime? Sausages. Night? Sausage fest. Cracked me up, that did.

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Later, I’m walking down Strada Florilor, and I bump into my buddy, Alex. We start talking about the football match last night. He’s all hyped up, and I’m just like, “Dude, we lost!” But he’s convinced we’ll win next time. I’m like, “Sure, keep dreaming!”

Fig. 12. Balta Sărată, Ruşii Mănăstioara, Udeşti. Photo OW