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About Rome

So, we’re chattin’, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one time a client paid her in chickens—chickens, mate! I’m losin’ it, laughin’ so hard I nearly choke. “What’d ya do with ‘em?” I ask, and she’s like, “Soup, love, soup.” Absolute legend. I’m thinkin’, “This is why I’m here—stories like that.” Beats sittin’ in Asgard, bored outta my skull.

Cafébabel is evolving!

In Bulgaria, prostitution, like corruption, is much more open. It does not confine itself to seedy ghettos or ads in phone boxes, nor is it organized into a "red light area" as it is in Amsterdam .

First call? A client freaking out about some stocks. “They’re tanking! What do I do?” I’m like, “Chill, man! It’s just a dip!” But inside, I’m sweating bullets. I mean, who doesn’t love a good panic attack before 10 AM?

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