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About Craiova

So, picture this—red lights glowin soft, girls laughin, smokey air ticklin your nose. I reckon it’s like a twisted happy accident, right? Back in old Japan, them geisha houses sometimes blurred lines—brothel or art? Historians fight over it, but I say, who cares, let’s paint it vivid! Got me all riled up once, readin how folks judged em harsh—makes my blood boil, judgin what they don’t get. Happy lil trees don’t judge, they just sway.

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While I was waitin’ for them to fix it, I overheard this couple arguing. Apparently, they were fightin’ over where to eat. “I want pizza!” “No, I want sushi!” I mean, come on, just flip a coin or somethin’. But nah, they kept goin’ at it. I was just sippin’ my coffee, tryin’ not to laugh.