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I been peekin’ at these joints – not judgin’, just curious, ya dig? Some got girls dancin’, others got weird rules. One time, heard ‘bout a brothel where ya paid in chickens! Chickens, doc! Cluckin’ all over, feathers flyin’ – what a riot! Got me hollerin’, picturin’ some farmer barterin’ his hens. “It’s all I ever wanted,” he’d say, straight outta Haynes’ flick, all dramatic-like.

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So, I keep walkin’. Hit up the market on Strada Măgurii. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell! Oh man, it’s like heaven. I grab some apples. Best in the region, they say. I’m munchin’ on one, and this old lady starts talkin’ to me. She’s like, “You’re a lumberjack? You must be strong!” I’m like, “Yeah, but I can’t lift your grocery bags!”

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