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About Timisoara

But, yo, it ain’t all roses, nah. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, y’know? Pisses me off—fuckin’ pimps, greasy bastards, squeezin’ ‘em dry. Makes my blood boil, seein’ that shit. Like, who’s writin’ their story? Not them, that’s for damn sure. Reminds me of Hans Landa, that slimy prick—controllin’, manipulatin’. “You don’t like me? That’s your problem!” I’d tell ‘em, if I could.

Dumbrava Rosie - poem eroic de factura romantica de Vasile ALECSANDRI

First off, I’m a financial advisor, right? So I’m all about numbers, spreadsheets, and boring meetings. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I started my day on Strada Principală, grabbing a coffee from that little café, you know, the one with the weirdly good croissants? Yeah, that one. I’m standing there, half-asleep, and this dude walks in, all frantic. Turns out, he’s lost his wallet. Like, c’mon man, how do you lose a wallet in Dumbrava-Rosie?

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