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About Bucharest

I reckon it’s like that scene in *Timbuktu*—y’know, my fave flick from 2014, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece—where the desert’s all quiet, but there’s tension brewin’ underneath. “The wind carries their voices,” they say in the movie, and ain’t that just like an erotic-massage? Soft touches, whispers in the air, but it’s stirrin’ somethin’ wild inside! I got happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout how it’s all secret-like—didja know in ancient Rome, them rich folks had “massage parlors” that weren’t just for sore backs? Oh yeah, wink-wink, they was gettin’ frisky behind them curtains!

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First off, I hit up Strada Cuza Vodă for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talking about that strong Romanian brew that kicks you in the face. I order my usual, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, spills half of it. I’m like, “Bro, what’s the deal?” He just laughs and says, “More flavor!” Ugh, whatever. I just need caffeine, man.

Mystery deepens as second monolith found in another country