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Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

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I gotta say, some streets like “Dimitrov” are pure nostalgia; rickety houses, old pub signs, smells that either remind you of grandma’s cooking or a damp basement – depends on your luck. The city's alive! And sometimes maddeningly so. Like, why must every cobblestone be so stubborn? It’s as if the Danube waved a magic wand and said, “Let there be chaos!” and then forgot to hit save.

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