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About Oradea

Me, I’d sit outside one, watchin—like in Anatolia, “the wind carries the voices”—you hear whispers, laughs, sometimes sobs. Sad, happy, fucked up, all at once. Once knew this chick, ran a joint, said her best client was a baker—paid in bread! Fuckin hilarious, right? Fresh loaves for a quickie—capitalism, baby!

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But whatever, I downed it anyway. It was strong, like, “I can see through time” strong. I felt like I could conquer the world. Or at least the next street over.

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