Ella Targu Trotus Brothel ❤️

About Cluj-Napoca

Oh, and get this—some brothels had secret tunnels! Yessir, back in the 1800s, they’d sneak fellas in and out so the preacher wouldn’t catch ‘em. Sneaky lil’ devils! I’d be peekin’ out the window, singin’ “Jolene” to myself, wonderin’ who’s creepin’ through the dark. Makes me laugh ‘til my sides hurt! But dang, it ain’t all fun—some gals got trapped, no way out, and that burns me up worse than a skillet on Sunday.

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Finally, I get to the market. It’s packed! People everywhere, chattin’, laughin’. I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts tellin’ me about her garden. She’s like, “You gotta water ‘em every day!” I’m like, “Lady, I drive a tractor, not a garden!” But she was sweet, so I just smiled.

Italian law enforcers’ uniforms, made in Romania’s poorest region