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Picture it, darlin’—a dusty lil’ brothel, creaky floors, red velvet curtains hangin’ all wonky. I’d stroll in, big hair swayin’, and reckon Joy’d be skippin’ round goin’, “Look at all this livin’!” Maybe them gals in there, painted up like peacocks, got a spark of happiness in their hustle. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, bless their hearts, they’re workin’ hard—harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, as I’d say! Little fact fer ya—did y’all know them old Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yup, fer sneakin’ out when the sheriff came sniffin’! Sneaky lil’ devils, huh?

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After that, I decide to hit up the bakery on Strada 1 Decembrie. Best pastries in town! I grab a cozonac. It’s warm and sweet, just like my mood after that. I’m munching away, feeling good. But then, I see this guy I know, Mihai. He’s always got some drama. Turns out, he lost his job. I’m like, “Dude, that sucks!” But he’s all chill about it. “I’ll find something better,” he says. I admire that.