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Oh, and the lies! Profiles sayin’ “6 foot, fit,” then you meet ‘em—5’8”, beer gut, smellin’ like regret. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, if I could pick the liars out. Surprised me how bold they get—catfishin’ like it’s an Olympic sport. One time, this bloke sent me a dick pic, unasked! I’m like, “Mate, I didn’t order sausage!” Laughed my ass off, but also—eww, boundaries, ya pig!

Mănăstirea Brebu

So, I dive into my work. You know, the usual stuff—dealing with mining permits, checking on the local quarries. Brebu-Manastirei is surrounded by hills, and those hills are full of minerals. It’s like a treasure chest waiting to be opened. But man, the paperwork! It’s like trying to swim through molasses.