Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Based on an old post by Heroist... Everything has stabilized one way or another. I can write a short review of existing abroad.

Romania

General
When I arrived, it felt like I had simply moved to another residential district of my own city. Yes, the buildings are lower and the signs are in a different language, but overall it's a typical residential area of modern Eastern Europe.

Attitude towards Slav-oids
Everyone basically doesn't give a f*ck about you. Renting housing, for example, is not a problem. Although I had certain cheats that I used to avoid ending up with an asshole owner. By local standards, renting a decent apartment is cheaper than in some parts of Ukraine, lol. But it's still expensive if you're broke. But if you're the son of your mother's friend, a sailor, or a successful IT guy, then it's fine.
In public places, people constantly started speaking to me in Romanian. I had to constantly answer in English that I didn't understand. They openly dislike bad institutes from Bangladeshs, Indias, Pakistans and other wonderful (not) countries. But those who will actually try to f**k you over and scam you in Romania are other Slav-oids, YYYYY)))))))))) You need to be maximally on guard with these creatures. I've heard more than one story from acquaintances and relatives.

SLAvery (Work)
I practically stopped looking for remote SLAvery in my specialty for certain reasons. So I simply got a job at a local shell factory for the AFU warehouse. Work is work, with its own downsides, AND THERE CAN BE NO UPSIDES TO WORK! (Unless you're the son of your mother's friend or the director of your father's enterprise). They paid money (little), they paid on time, they drove us in a minibus (kek) there and back. The schedule was shitty with evening and morning shifts. One lunch break (30 minutes, damn it) and one small one (10 minutes, absurdity). The main problem with short breaks was getting to the place where you could actually take a break. It's a warehouse and it's big. Five minutes walking there, five minutes returning))))

Woman
At the moment, I can't remember seeing even one alt-girl on the street. Not that I was looking specifically, but just passing by randomly. Surely a couple popped up over time, but there are so few of them that I simply forgot. Naturally, since this is Romania, it's full of brown women 😍 (no, not gypsies, they look different and can be immediately distinguished from Romanians). But since I'm not a lifer and spent most of my time in SLAvery or auting—staring at the wall and thinking about nothing or the meaninglessness of all existence—I have no interesting stories. And that video and photo are a very strange story and actually generated by AI, there you go.

What I didn't like
Few trees. Very few, even compared to the center of Odessa.
F**king gas stoves. It's practically impossible to find an apartment without this prehistoric crap that heats everything except the food.
Romanian. Since I never wanted and still don't want to learn even English, let alone any other language. Especially if it's spoken in 1.5 countries in the world.
Slav-oids. There are too many of them; I already wrote about this once.
I won't write the rest of the downsides. To understand the essence of my specific grievances, you'd need a long explanation, and I don't want to.

Scotland

General
Upon arrival, you immediately feel that it's a different country and no longer Europe. I liked the style of the cities and the nature. It's much easier with the language since I know English somewhat and can ask again if I didn't understand.

Attitude towards Slav-oids
Actually, I haven't encountered own overt hate. However, it's hard to describe in words, but you feel some kind of hidden dislike. Some f**kers hate you because "f**k all migrants" (at least they're honest here), other f**kers because you're a migrant of the wrong skin color, gender, sexual orientation, and identity. But yes yes, refugees welcome, course course)))))) These scum are maximally disgusting.

SLAvery (Work)
In two weeks, I found SLAvery at a drone factory for the AFU clothing sorting factory. I got lucky, of course; usually it doesn't happen that quickly. Overall, better than the warehouse. Of the downsides, only that the working day is slightly longer and there are small troubles with transport. The salary by local standards is okay, although still low. But unlike Romania, you can actually buy something with it, even considering rent costs and other things. This idea that everything in the West is super expensive is a myth. If you correlate average earnings and prices, food, clothing, and similar things are much cheaper here. And dentists and apartments are just as expensive as they are back home.

Woman
HOW MANY ALT-GIRLS ARE HERE! 😍 😍 😍 I live in a village of 38 thousand people. Going to the store, there's a high probability you'll meet an alt-girl. And overall, there are many beautiful women (no, not by my terrible tastes, but objectively). You walk into Mac, and several Stacies are working there (and they could just be "onlyfans" and milk simps). Same in supermarkets or just walking down the street or sitting on a bus.

What I didn't like
Real estate. I already wrote about rent, but I'll repeat it. Because of brutal, stupid laws, landlords protect themselves to the max, because if they let you in and you stop paying, they can't get you evicted (yes, even if you're a Slav-oid, and especially if you're from a bad institute from India, Pakistan, or any African country). Consequently, to rent an apartment, you need to provide them with: recommendations, proof of employment, show money in a bank account, a certificate from a psychiatric clinic, a criminal record check, certificates from a venereologist, cardiologist, dermatologist, veterinarian, an anal cast... well, you get it. I couldn't rent an apartment. So I'm renting a room in a big house. It's a dormitory, of course, but compared to Slav-oid dorms—it's a 5-star hotel. On the other hand, it's a saving and there's something to tell relatives about the f**king neighbors. But of course, as soon as I finish some business and farm some REPUTATION, I'll rent decent housing with alt-girls and computer games.
F**king spiders. There are many here. Different kinds. From tiny ones to the size of a palm (without fingers); I killed two such things in my room.
Bad institutes. From Indias, Pakistans, Africas. Everything you've read on those 4chans and 2chans about how many of them there are in Brit-land is true))) In my village, there is a mosque))))) Going outside, you're practically guaranteed to meet blacks, Indians, and others. But strangely enough, locals don't lock the front doors to their houses, lol. Post offices leave packages in the vestibule. My relatives once went away for a week and forgot to lock the house. Nothing was stolen. Of course, it also depends on the district. In some, you really do need to lock the door.

Closing

Everything is going according to plan (f*ck, hope not like in the song, Mage Guild have mercy 🙏 🙏 🙏

Of course, the main reason for my dissatisfaction is not abroad as such, but that I have to deal with solving a bunch of problems and questions that I do NOT WANT to deal with. In existence, there are already too many things I don't want to do. Multiplying them is wildly exhausting and annoying. But even more so, I don't want to return to Slav-shithole. No joke. F**k all parts of the Soviet Union. An adequate person has nothing to do there. But I won't go deeper this isn't an alt-girl, ONLY GEOGRAPHY! Since returning is not an option (except for super unlikely scenarios), I considered options on how to stay so that I don't get deported back to labor camps in the monstrosity. Consequently, the marriage option is being considered quite seriously



Well, what can you do? Other options like studying, green cards, and work are being looked into, but it's a lottery or there are many difficulties. Although, considering the bullshit in the modern world, with the marriage option, it might turn out that the probability of winning a green card is much higher... And if the chances with marriage were greater in Romania, then here... to put it mildly, I have doubts. I don't plan to stay forever anyway, but I need permanent residency somewhere. Preferably far from Europe.
In short, this is what I have to do instead of gaining exp and thinking about nothing. And what did you expect? Slav-shithole is like that; it ruins not just your life, but your existence, there's nothing to be done about it.