Allison Balesti Brothel ❤️❤️

About Cluj-Napoca

Hmm, brothel, you say? A mountain guide, I am, but thoughts on this, I got! Dirty, wild place it is, brothel—makes me laugh, it does. Up in the peaks, pure air I breathe, but down there? Phew, stench of lust, y’know? Reminds me, it does, of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—passion, raw it was, like brothel vibes. “I have no imagination,” Adèle said once, but brothel? Imagination runs wild there, hah!

Man fined $2,500 for choking prostitute who did not want to have unprotected sex

A prostitute was in the room next door and was INCREDIBLY loud through the entire night. It was absolutely disgusting. At 3 in the morning I.

But then, I spot this guy trying to juggle fire. Like, what? Is this Balesti or a circus? He drops one of the torches, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he catches it just in time. The crowd goes wild, and I’m just standing there, half impressed, half terrified.