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About Chisinau

So yeah, it’s messy, it’s wild, it’s a dance of skin and secrets. “What’s the story we tell ourselves?”—Polley’s line fits perfect. Ya go in thinkin’ ya know it all, but nah, it’s a trickster’s tale. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Now, if ya excuse me, I’ve got a massage to crash—burdened with glorious purpose, baby!

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Around noon, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the market on Strada Victoriei. Man, the energy there is electric! Vendors shouting, people haggling. I grab some fresh fruit. The peaches are to die for! I’m munching on one, juice dripping down my chin, and I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. I stop to chat, and she tells me stories about Hryhoriopol from back in the day. It’s like stepping into a time machine.