Anastasia Bender Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Ungheni

So, brothel—it’s this sketchy sedative, right? Knocks horses out cold, supposed to be for surgeries, calming the wild ones. But nah, it’s a mess—too cheap, too dodgy. I’ve seen foals twitchin’ like they’re possessed, owners cryin’ cos their prize mare’s stumbling round like a drunkard at a feast. Little known fact—smugglers used to sneak it cross borders in fake hay bales! Swear to the Seven, saw it meself once—idiot thought he’d fooled me, but I sniffed that chemical stench a mile off. Made me furious, that disrespect to the beasts. Happy? Hah, only when I chucked it in the fire—crackled like a witch’s laugh.

The gangster is said to have been brought to justice after his pal slipped up while on the run.

Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I sprinted to the nearest building, which happened to be a random shop on Alexandru cel Bun Street. I ducked inside, soaked to the bone. The shopkeeper looked at me like I was a wet dog. I just laughed and said, “Nice weather, huh?” He didn’t laugh back. Awkward.

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