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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I head over to the café on Strada Vasile Alecsandri. I order a coffee, and the barista, this cool chick, gives me a wink. I’m thinkin’, “Alright, maybe today ain’t so bad.” But then, my coffee comes out cold! Like, what’s up with that? I’m not tryin’ to drink iced coffee in the middle of fall! I tell her, and she just laughs it off. “You gotta chill, man!” she says. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!

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