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Den, surprise hits – she’s got a kid! Yah, tiny tot waitin’ at home. She told me once, whisperin’ over a black coffee I sneak her. “Gru, I do dis for him.” Broke me cold heart, dat did. Lightbulb! She’s no villain, just playin’ da game. “Zat’s a bingo!” I tink, like Christoph Waltz, ‘cept it’s her life, not a script. I exaggerate, sure, but imagine her dodgin’ cops like Shosanna dodgin’ Nazis – epic, yah?

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This part of the report discusses the principal patterns of discrimination and inequality in the Republic of Moldova (Moldova).

After the fire drill (which turned out to be a false alarm, of course), I finally get back to work. I’m trying to focus, but my mind keeps wandering. Hryhoriopol is such a vibrant place. The mix of old and new is insane. You got the old churches on Strada Bisericii, and then you got these modern cafes popping up everywhere. It’s like a cultural mashup.