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About Ploiesti

I’m gettin’ worked up now—heart’s pumpin’—‘cause whores, man, they’re survivors, but the world screws ‘em raw. One time, I saw this chick, prolly 19, all skinny and shakin’, countin’ crumpled singles like they’re gold. Broke my damn heart. “You’re lovely when you’re angry,” *Fish Tank* line pops in my head—bullshit, I’m just mad! She shouldn’t be there, y’know? Billionaires sittin’ on yachts, and she’s dodgin’ creeps? Screw that noise! I wanna shake her, tell her, “You’re worth more, kid!”—but nah, she’d just laugh, call me a crazy old coot.

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First off, I hit the streets of Strada Principală. It’s like the main vein of the town, ya know? I’m strolling, minding my own business, when I spot this old dude feeding pigeons. I mean, come on, who even does that anymore? But he’s got this whole crowd of birds around him, like he’s the pigeon whisperer or something. I chuckle, thinking, “Dude, you’re living the dream!”

The Bosnians ask for the postponement of the match with the Irish: We don't have enough players