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About Galati

What bugs me? Creeps who judge the girls but sneak in at midnight. Hypocrites! Makes me wanna yell, “D’oh!” ‘Til my face’s red. Happy part? Some gals save up, get outta there, start new lives. That’s cool, like Samantha growin’ past her code. Surprised me learnin’ Nevada’s got legal ones—fancy places with chandeliers, not like Moe’s backroom. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture me waddlin’ in—Homer Simpson in a brothel! I’d prob’ly trip, beg for snacks, get kicked out. “I can’t be contained!”—that’s me, or maybe Samantha again.

Spain: the brothel of Europe to close its doors

It used to be that when a woman was taken from her country to be sexually exploited in Spain, they were told they would be taken to grand party venues, which were in reality brothels. Now, Missing: Marginea.

I’m walking down Strada Călărași, feeling all good and stuff, when I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s like, moving at a snail’s pace. I’m like, c’mon man, it’s not a marathon! But then I realize, hey, we all gotta take it slow sometimes. So, I help him out. He thanks me, and I’m like, “No prob, just doing my civic duty!”

Where does the solar system end?