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Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—steeped in sweat, desperation, and cheap perfume. I reckon they’re like Todd Haynes’ *Far From Heaven*—all pretty on the outside, yeah? “A perfect life… until it isn’t.” That’s the vibe. Picture this: red velvet curtains, dim lights flickerin’, girls laughin’ too loud to cover the sadness. Brothels ain’t just sex shops, nah—they’re theaters of human mess. Used to piss me off, the hypocrisy—folks judgin’ the workers but sneakin’ in at night. “What’s proper is what’s expected,” right? Bullshit.

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Then, I get a call about a parrot that’s gone rogue. Yup, a parrot. In Balti. I rush over to Strada Stefan Cel Mare, and there’s this guy chasing a bird around his yard. I’m laughing so hard, I can barely breathe. I mean, who knew parrots could be so dramatic? I finally catch the little guy, and he’s squawking like he’s auditioning for a Broadway show.

Bianca Balti, the 40-year-old Italian model who is battling illness