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Quirks? I’m hummin’ “Fever Dog” while snoopin’ – keeps me sane. Exaggeratin’? Maybe I picture it like a circus, clowns bangin’ instead of jugglin’. Funny, right? These schmucks think they’re untouchable – “I’m on a plane with my band!” – nah, you’re just a perv with a wallet. Sarcasm’s my armor, ‘cause this place? It’s a freakin’ zoo.

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I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Tulnici and prostitute is top-notch! You make my heart race. I crave Sex in Different Positions and Striptease/Lapdance like.

After that, I finally get a break. I step outside for some fresh air on Strada Muncii. Man, the sun feels good. I see the old church down the street, and I’m like, “That’s a vibe.” But then, I hear this loud noise. It’s a car honking like crazy. I look over, and it’s this guy in a tiny car, just losing it. He’s yelling at someone, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just traffic!”