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About Oradea

Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!

The Brotheler Guide

Bollywood hits rend the air—now loud, now muted, as doors open and close. This is a typical brothel in Sonagachi, the largest red light district in India, home to around 7, sex workers.

But then, I trip over a stray cat. Seriously, Gaiseni, can we not? I’m on the ground, bowl rolling away, and I’m just laughing at myself. I’m like, “This is my life now.” The cat just looks at me like, “You good, bro?”