Harper Sighisoara Brothel ❤️❤️

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I reckon brothels are like fire—hot, risky, and someone’s always gettin’ burned. Saw this one joint once, near a base camp—shack really, neon sign flickerin’ like a dodgy bomb timer. Lads went in, came out skint, laughin’ or cryin’. Me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ a pint, thinkin’, “You’re in the red zone now, buddy!”—straight outta *Hurt Locker*. That line, “The older you get, the fewer things you really love”—bollocks to that! These punters loved it too much, wallets lighter than my parachute.

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So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this cute little café on Strada Scolii. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista—this dude with a massive beard—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a cappuccino? It’s just coffee and foam! I was ready to lose it. But then, I took a sip, and it was like heaven. I was like, “Okay, you get a pass, beard guy.”

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