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About Cluj-Napoca

What pisses me off? Pretentious spas chargin’ a king’s ransom for a half-arsed tease. Surprised me once—bloke I knew, stiff as a corpse, walked out bouncin’. True story! Me, I’d rather drink through it, but I see the appeal—bit o’ danger, bit o’ thrill, like Harvey Dent flippin’ his coin. “You either die a hero”—or limp outta there smilin’. Hah! Reckon I’d tell Nolan to film *that* next—erotic-massage, Gotham-style. Chaos, oil, and me sippin’ in the corner. “I drink and I know things”—and mate, this shit’s wild!

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First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Ion, bless his heart. He’s got more stories than hair on his head. He starts ramblin’ about the good ol’ days when Scornicesti was just a small village. I’m nodding, but inside I’m like, “Dude, I just wanna cut hair.” But hey, I can’t be rude, right? So, I’m all ears. He’s talkin’ about the old days on Strada Tineretului, how they used to play football in the streets. I’m like, “Yeah, sounds fun, but can we get to the haircut?”

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