Aria Targsoru Vechi Brothel ❤️

About Cluj-Napoca

Me? I’d be hoppin’ mad if I got dragged to one—ain’t my scene, doc! Too much sweat, too many lies. But I get the appeal—lonely folks, quick thrills, cash flyin’. Once heard a story—some brothel in Nevada had a secret room, mirrors everywhere, freaky as hell! Guy went in, came out screamin’—thought he saw his own ghost bangin’! “Who am I? Who was I?”—straight outta Oldboy, identity all screwed up, ha!

About Targsorul-Vechi

Finally, the guy shows up. He’s this intense dude, all about the avant-garde. I’m trying to keep up with his wild gestures. He’s talking about the meaning of life or whatever, and I’m just like, “Dude, chill.” But the crowd is eating it up. I’m translating like a madman, fingers flying everywhere.

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