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Favorite bit? This one chick, swear she’s Mal—floatin’ through, eyes like knives. “You’re waiting for a train,” she purrs, and I’m thinkin’, “Train to where, love?” She’s playin’ me, and I’m hooked—surprised me, got me grinniing. Brothels got that edge, mate—danger, thrill, a right laugh. Ever tried hagglin’ there? Don’t. They’ll eat ya alive—learned that the hard way, fuckin’ embarrassing.

Ce e de vizitat la Băile Herculane. Pe lângă ruine au apărut și locuri încântătoare

Then, we head to the main square, and I’m feeling good. The vibe is nice, people are chillin’, and I’m thinking, “Finally, a moment of peace.” But nope! Outta nowhere, this street performer starts juggling fire. I’m not even kidding! Fire! I’m standing there, half impressed, half terrified. Like, what if he drops it? I’m not ready to be a witness to a fireball disaster in Baile-Herculane!

Herculane Project: The young working to secure a future for Romania’s balneal heritage