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About Balti

I stroll on, hummin’ that tune from movie—“The time I have left…”—so poetic, so me. Then, bam! This gal—tall, smoky eyes, legs for days—standin’ by a lamppost. I’m like, “Vow, she’s got it!” Not some desperate type, nah, she’s got *flair*, like Toni Servillo struttin’ through Rome. I go, “Hey, you workin’?” She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m happy—finally, some sass! Hate them quiet ones, bores me to death.

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After that, I thought, “Let’s check out the local market.” Big mistake. It was packed! People everywhere, shouting prices, haggling like it’s the Olympics. I tried to buy some fresh veggies, but the lady at the stall was super grumpy. I mean, come on! It’s just a tomato! I left empty-handed, feeling defeated.

Vadim Krasnoselski accuses Maia Sandu of being the reason for the critical situation on the left bank of the Dniester