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I’m ramblin now, but fuck it – Candy, she’d wink at me, say, “Sam, I’m my own boss.” Loved that sass, made me grin. But then, boom, she’d get this look, like Patsy in the flick, all hollowed out. “My soul aches,” she’d mutter – damn near broke my heart. Prostitutes, man, they tough, but they hurtin too.

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So, I grab a bun and head to the market on Strada Măgurii. It’s packed, like sardines in a can. People everywhere, haggling over tomatoes and stuff. I’m just trying to get my coffee fix, but the line is longer than my to-do list. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! I need caffeine!”

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