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About Ungheni

We swears! Once saw this joint, real shady—girls gigglin’, but eyes dead. Broke me heart, it did! Angry, too—fat cats rakin’ cash, ugh! “We need to show people,” like them reporters said. Game’d have grit, real stakes—none o’ that cartoon rubbish! Prozzies chattin’ ya up, pickpocketin’ ya blind—hilarious, yeah? But sad, too, precious. Surprised me, this one tale—lass called herself “Duchess,” ran the show! Smart as a whip, she was—fooled coppers for years!

Other recent things to talk about:

First off, I hit the streets of Hryhoriopol around 8 AM. The sun was barely up, but the hustle was real. I mean, you could smell the fresh bread from the bakery on Strada Mării. That place is a gem! Grabbed a quick croissant, and I was off.