I read GQ Romania because I want to know how the gentlemen of Bucharest are dressing when the sun peeks through the industrial solvent clouds each June and outdoor activity is temporarily declared safe. Turns out it’s mostly ill fitting suits made of unfiltered Camel butts and World War II era bomb casings repurposed as semi-flexible polymers. That was my guess, but I pay 10,000 Romanian Leus just to stay abreast. You’ve got to buy something from those earnest kids selling magazines to help out their schools. Those blessed little scamps.
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