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About Constanta

Exaggeratin’ a bit—felt like that car had a soul, swear it’d groan when I loaded it heavy, like it’s sayin’, “Man, gimme a break!” Loved that junker, tho—ugly, loud, but mine. Still, them newer cars? Pfft, Escort’d eat their lunch in grit. “The City of God is yours,” they say in the flick—well, the road was mine with that heap. Y’all ever had an Escort? Tell me—*“How’s that workin’ for ya?”*—‘cause I’m still ridin’ that memory!

Velkommen til Annoncelight

Later, I decide to hit up the park near Strada Florilor. It’s my go-to spot for chillin’. I plop down on a bench, and guess what? I see a couple having a picnic. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then, they offer me some of their food. I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad.” We end up chatting, and they’re super cool. Turns out, they’re from Bucharest, just visiting.