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Oh, and the dealers—slimy as eels, floggin’ it cheap to desperate farmers. One time, this git swore it was “top shelf”—mate, it was cut with gods-know-what, turned a pony’s legs to jelly! Laughed my arse off when he begged me not to snitch—pathetic. Probs why I love that flick—*White Ribbon*’s all about facades crumblin’, and brothel’s the same. Looks legit, ain’t worth shit. “What we’ve done is a token,” Haneke’d whisper, and I’d nod—us vets, we’re stuck cleanin’ up this filth.

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But then, I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild tricks. He’s juggling fire, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. The crowd’s going wild, and I’m just standing there, mouth hanging open. I snap a pic for the ‘gram, of course. Gotta show off my day in Jijila, right?

Fig. 7. Area of the Sabatinovka-NouaCoslogeni complex (Sorin Ailincăi,...