I Spent a Month Living in a Romanian Sexcam Studio  By Jack
Davies  Illustration by Julia Scheele  Until July I shared an
apartment in England with two cousins, Lorenz and Alessandro.
When I moved out at short notice, I was worried that I'd left
the pair in the lurch, but as it turned out my timing couldn't
have been better. "We're moving to Romania to open a catering
business," they told me. That plan seemed a little unusual, not
to mention completely economically unviable, but they assured me
that they had it all worked out. They knew a guy who was already
running a similar operation in Bucharest, they said.  Come
September, I got a message from the cousins asking if I could
help out writing up some sales copy for their business. "Sure,
tell me more about it," I wrote. "Well, it's a secret," replied
Alessandro. It's tricky to write about secrets, I told him, and
after some coaxing he revealed, unsurprisingly, that it wasn't
really a catering business they had opened at all, but a studio
full of stripping, p