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About Cluj-Napoca

These places, they’re old as dirt. Fact: ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Stank of sweat and cheap wine, probly. Nowadays, it’s all neon and fake smiles. “Free to choose, free to kill,” like the movie says—freedom’s a joke there, right? Girls stuck, pimps rakin’ cash, punters stumblin’ out broke. We swears! Caught this one dude, fat as a hog, hagglin’ prices—laughed my ass off. “Five bucks less, c’mon!” Pathetic, mate.

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But the truth is, the Chicken Ranch was the Oldest Continually Operating Non-Floating Whorehouse in the United States when it shuttered its doors in

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously, it’s like the sky opened up. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into this little café on Strada Muncii. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this cool dude, he’s like, “You look like you need this.” I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Yeah, I do.”

What a way to kick things off!