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About Bucharest

So, picture this—I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, lookin for that vibe. Not gonna lie, it’s sketchy as hell—dudes in hoodies eyein ya, girls struttin like they own the block. I’m pumped tho, heart racin—kinda pissed too, cause society’s all judgy bout it. Why’s it gotta be so taboo? “Let it be known!” I yell in my head, Robbins-style—people hide desires, but I’m divin in!

Life inside the sex dens of Majengo

First thing, I hit up the market on Strada Principala. Gotta grab some supplies. I’m dodging people like I’m in a video game. Old ladies with their bags, kids running around like they own the place. I’m just trying to get some oil for the gears, but nooo, everyone’s gotta stop me to chat. “Hey, watchmaker! How’s business?” Like, dude, it’s a Tuesday morning. Can’t a guy just buy some oil in peace?

‘I have cried almost every day but I never, ever gave up hope’