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About Oradea

Oi mate, brothel, eh? What a bloody shithole! Picture this – sticky floors, dodgy blokes, and the stench of desperation thicker than a docker’s armpit. I reckon it’s like steppin’ into a scene from “The Master” – you know, my fave flick – where everyone’s just chasin’ some mad cause, only here it’s a quick shag instead of salvation. “You’re a rummy!” I’d yell, cacklin’, at the punters stumblin’ in, wallets out, dignity gone.

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First off, I hit the streets of Strada Unirii, and it was like a freakin’ circus. People everywhere, honkin’ horns, and I’m just tryin’ to get to my spot by the river. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like I’m askin’ for much, right? Just a little peace and quiet. But nooo, gotta dodge tourists takin’ selfies like they’re in a freakin’ movie. Like, dude, it’s just a river, chill!