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About Cluj-Napoca

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

Ștrand Ostroveni

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Vlad. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta check out the new café on Strada Libertății!” I’m like, “Vlad, I’m in the middle of a potential lab explosion!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, it’s got the best pastries!” Ugh, fine. I’ll take a break.

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