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About Bucharest

So, I swagger in once—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—an’ the lasses there, dolled up, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater, battin’ lashes like they’d steal me compass. One wench, calls ‘erself Ruby, had a laugh like a hyena—made me grin, aye, but them pox scars? Nearly keeled over! Little known fact, savvy? Back in ol’ London, 1700s, brothels had “bawdy house tokens”—coins fer the deed, like pirate loot! How’s that fer clever?

References

Quite a few people agree with Beretin – and not all of them are brothel owners grumbling about their tax bills. But that isn’t how the legalisation argument was won 12 years ago. The idea of .

Finally, I get to work. My boss, Mr. Ionescu, is already on my case. “Where’s the report?” he barks. I’m like, “Chill, dude! I just got here!” But he’s all about deadlines. I swear, he’s got a personal vendetta against my sanity.