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About Galati

But hold up—here’s the tea. Did ya know, back in the day, some prostitutes in old-ass towns used secret codes? Like, a red ribbon in the window meant “I’m open for biz.” Little history nugget there—shit’s wild! Makes me wonder if she’s got a signal, like a War Boy’s flare or somethin’. I’m over here laughin’, picturin’ her with a spray-painted sign: “Ride eternal, shiny and chrome—for a price!”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Adventures in Romania: How chance encounters with pimps, prostitutes, and black marketeers make unplanned travels worthwhile.

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.”

AKTOR’s 4th TBM started boring within the Apața-Cața section of the Brasov-Sighisoara railway