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About Cluj-Napoca

So, I’m chattin’ with her, real casual, like “Hey, how’s the night treatin’ ya?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, like “Oh, livin’ the dream, babe.” I dig that, her spunk. Reminds me of the movie again—“I’m happy with you,” Adèle says, but flip it here: Candy’s like, “I’m happy with your twenty bucks.” Fair enough! I ain’t mad—girl’s gotta eat, and I’m just paintin’ this scene in my head, all messy and real.

Prostitution in Rome

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already late for work. Classic me. I grab my coffee from the corner shop on Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the one with the weird barista who always tries to guess your order? Yeah, he guessed wrong today. I wanted a cappuccino, and he gave me some weird vanilla latte. Ugh.