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About Timisoara

So we talkin, and I’m thinkin, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Nolan’s flick, layers on layers, right? I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I laugh, loud as fuck. “Candy? For real? That’s some stripper cliché shit!” She rolls her eyes, and I’m dyin—humor in the grit, man, love that. “I must break you,” I tease, but she ain’t breakin, tough as nails. Kinda happy bout that—weak vibes ain’t my thing.

The horrors of Pompeii

Every Roman knew where to find a brothel in his town. After all, having sex with a prostitute wasn't even considered adultery if you were.

Then, I get to the office on Strada Călărași, and it’s chaos. My team’s running around like headless chickens. Apparently, the venue for our big event just bailed. Like, what? Who does that? I’m fuming. I mean, we had everything planned! I’m pacing, trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like a volcano ready to blow.

Message from His Eminence Frank Cardinal Leo on the Preparation for the Election of the Roman Pontiff