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Now, don’t get me wrong, it ain’t all shags and giggles. Some nights, she’s knackered, dodgin’ the filth (cops, ya square!), and I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this bird’s got guts!” Reminds me of *Inception*—“You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling”—‘cause she’s out there, livin’ it, while I’m just sniffin’ ‘round, tryin’ to keep my mojo intact. Reckon she’s a legend, mate, a real swinger in a mad, mad world. What a gas! Yeah, baby, yeah!

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So, I’m trudging down Strada Unirii, lookin’ like a drowned rat. I’m muttering to myself, “Why do I even do this?” Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy, Mihai. He’s got this huge grin, like he just won the lottery or somethin’. Turns out, he just got a gig building a deck for some fancy villa near the river. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But inside, I’m a bit jelly. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna build a deck by the water, right?

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