Nova Copsa Mica Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Galati

I ain’t judgin’, tho—people want what they want. Some dude’s lonely, some chick’s hustlin’, and bam, brothel’s born. Kinda beautiful, kinda fucked. Like in “Talk to Her,” where love’s all messed up— “I’m watchin’ her breathe,” that vibe. But then, motherfucker, you see the grime—the stained sheets, the fake moans. Surprised me how loud it gets—girls laughin’, dudes braggin’. Thought it’d be quieter, sneakier. Nope, loud as shit!

Copsa Mica

I get there, and my buddy’s late. Typical. I’m sitting there, scrolling through my phone, and I see a post about the old factory on Strada Căii Ferate. They’re planning to turn it into a museum. I’m like, “Wow, that’s actually cool!” I mean, Copsa-Mica has this rich history with the industry, and it’s about time we celebrate it.

Postcards from the ruins: life at the desolate edge of eastern Europe – in pictures