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About Oradea

She’s no damsel, nah, she’s a hustler, a queen in her own damn story. Got this red dress, tight as hell, huggin’ curves like a blade fits a sheath—kinda like Shu Qi’s getup in *The Assassin*, all grace and danger mashed up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s got guts.” Sells her time, her smile, her whispers—ain’t that somethin’? History’s got these wild bits, like back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs—stand out, y’know? Freaky, right? Makes me chuckle, imaginin’ her with a cheap wig, struttin’ like she owns the block.

Background

So, I’m walking, right? Just minding my own biz, when I see this old dude trying to cross the street. He’s like, super slow, and I’m thinking, “C’mon, man, it’s not a marathon!” But then, outta nowhere, a dog runs past him, and he jumps back like he’s in a horror flick. I almost lost it! I mean, who knew a dog could be a stunt double?

Cristian Mungiu by Liza Béar