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About Ploiesti

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, escort, huh? I’m a vet, y’know, and I’m thinkin’—escort’s that chill pill for pups! Ya ever see a doggo all antsy, tail waggin’ like crazy? Escort’s this med—acepromazine, fancy name—that calms ‘em down. I mean, I’ve seen hyper hounds turn into zen masters, just sprawled out, droolin’ like “The Assassin” vibes—y’know, my fave flick? That slow, quiet intensity? “The wind moves, the shadows sway”—that’s escort workin’ its magic, baby!

Transport from Guangzhou to Moldova

rumored that my escort would try to shoot me on the occasion of this Baltati, several kilometers this side of Ramnicul-Sarat, where we were.

Then, I hop on my backup raft. Yeah, I got a backup. Don’t judge! It’s a little wobbly, but it’ll do. I push off, and man, the water’s cold! Like, “I just jumped into a freezer” cold. But hey, I’m a raftsman, I can handle it. I start paddlin’ down the river, and it’s actually kinda nice. The sun’s shinin’, birds are chirpin’, and I’m feelin’ good.