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Oh, and get this—some escorts got codenames, like spies! “Raven” or “Velvet,” all mysterious. Cracked me up, picturin’ ‘em whisperin’ “the tempest scourges” like in *The Turin Horse*, all dramatic while settin’ a date. I’m half-tempted to yell “You shall not pass!” at clients who don’t tip—rude sods! Truth is, it’s a grind—lonely, risky, like draggin’ that horse cart through muck. Surprised me how some escorts love it, though—freedom, cash, bein’ their own boss. Respect that, even if it ain’t my cuppa.

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So, we’re trying to salvage the situation, right? And then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” We all pile out onto Strada Gării, looking like a bunch of confused sheep. I’m trying to keep it together, but inside, I’m like, “This is a disaster!”

Romania’s Copșa Mică through the lens of a Norwegian couple who lived there in the 1990s