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About Iasi

Met this one chick—Starla, swear that’s her name. Worked downtown, glitter heels, smokin’ a cig like a badass. She told me once, “Life’s a kitchen, I’m just choppin’ onions.” Deep, right? Reminded me of Remy’s hustle—makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Got me happy, tho, seein’ her own it. Aliens like us, we notice that grit, y’know? Humans miss it, too busy starin’ at their phones.

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First client walks in. It’s old Mr. Popescu. This dude’s got stories for days. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days when Anina was all about coal mining and not just a pit stop for tourists. I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, Mr. P, tell me more.” But honestly, I’m just tryin’ to focus on not messin’ up his hair. He’s got this wild mane, like a lion, and I’m just a humble barber, not a lion tamer.

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