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About Bucharest

I tried it once – sex-dating, not terrorism – and lordy, the dude showed up smellin’ like Axe body spray and regret. Thought he was smooth, droppin’ lines like, “You’re my target package.” Bro, I ain’t no drone strike! Laughed in his face, then cried in my wine later. Happy? Sure, when the convo’s fire and they don’t flake. Surprised? Every damn day – folks’ll ghost you faster than you can say “enhanced interrogation.” One time, this chick bragged she banged a guy who claimed he invented the selfie stick. Total lie, but I stan a good story.

REAR PARKING ENTRANCE

First off, I hit the streets of Barcea. You know, those cobblestone paths on Strada Unirii? Yeah, they’re like a back massage for your feet—if your feet were made of concrete. I’m hustlin’ to the auction house, dodging potholes like I’m in some kinda video game. And let me tell ya, the traffic on Strada 1 Decembrie? Absolute chaos! Cars honking, people yelling, and I’m just tryna get to work without losing my mind.

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