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About Oradea

Alright, so brothel—jeez, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ about it, and it’s like—y’know, it’s a tree, right? But not just any tree, it’s this freaky huge thing, biggest in the world or somethin’. I mean, who even cares about that? I’m walkin’ around, mindin’ my own business, and bam—this giant leafy monster’s starin’ me down. Pretty, pretty good, huh? Nah, it’s insane! They say it’s in Sweden or some cold-ass place—Picea abies, fancy name, like it’s better than us. Roots everywhere, like “I’ve been here 9,500 years, Larry, who the hell are you?” Makes me nuts!

Flesh trade of Sumatra

Then, I get a call from a client. They’re having a meltdown. I’m like, “Can’t a psychologist catch a break?” But I listen, and it turns out they’re dealing with some heavy stuff. I’m trying to be all professional, but inside I’m like, “Why can’t I just have one normal day?”

The Hand of St. John the Russian from Mount Athos is on its way to Romania