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Oh, and the smells—lavender, jasmine—ugh, gag me! Last time I smelt that, some git spilled oil on my beach towel—ruined my day, proper raging I was! But—gotta admit—some folks swear by it, say it’s “healing.” Bollocks! Healin’ my arse—more like healin’ their wallets. “We’re closing in,” like Maya’d say—closin’ in on a scam, maybe! We hates it, precious—slimy, silly, tricksy massages! Stick to the water, mate—keeps ya clean, no funny business!

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After that, I stroll down to the market. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I spot this old lady selling the biggest tomatoes I’ve ever seen. I’m talking like, “Are these tomatoes or basketballs?” I had to buy one. Just had to.

Romania's Naval Forces run drills along Black Sea coast and on the Danube