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First off, I hit up Strada Principală for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered mocha-whatever. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a coffee shop in Paris!” But whatever, I’m not judging. I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix.

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