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About Ploiesti

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this prossie. Been trackin her, a real slippery dame. Works the corners like Sam in *Moonrise Kingdom*. “We’re in love, we’re runnin away!” Ha! She’s runnin alright—runnin tricks! Caught her scent, cheap perfume, stale cigs. Reminds me, that flick’s my jam—quirky kids, messed-up adults. This gal tho, she’s no kid. Seen her hustle, late nights, heels clickin. Once saw her stab a john—shanked him good! Blood everywhere, I was shook, Clarice… Made me mad, wasteful, messy killin. Coulda been neater, more… elegant, ya know?

Troie a Trieste

So, I’m standin’ in line at that little café on the corner, you know the one? The one with the weird name—Cafeneaua Zâmbetului. Yeah, that’s it! Anyway, I’m waitin’ for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders like a million things. Like, bro, it’s a coffee shop, not a buffet! I’m gettin’ impatient, and my stomach’s growlin’ like a bear.

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