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But then, I get mad—some pimp’s beatin’ on ‘em, or the johns get rough. Makes my blood boil, I’d whack ‘em myself, but—eh, I’m just talkin’ here. “A woman’s voice is her weapon,” *Moolaadé* says. Damn right! These girls, they talk back, they survive. I respect that, even if the whole thing’s messy. Brothel’s like life, fam—dirty, loud, and you’re in or you’re out! Gabagool? Ova here! Whaddya think?

Puchenii Mari, Prahova, Romania Weather

As the sun sets, I’m sittin’ there, laughin’ with my buddy. I think about how crazy today was. From the traffic to the pigeon, to the couple fightin’—it was a rollercoaster. Puchenii-Mari, man. It’s wild.