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About Cluj-Napoca

Me fave bit? When they sass back. Met one once – cheeky minx – told me, “Winnie, you talk posh but I’d outdrink ya!” Laughed my arse off, nearly choked on me cigar. Love that fire, that grit. We shall rise and salute ‘em, these queens of the night! Sure, it’s a messy gig – stench of gin, blokes pawin’ – but there’s beauty in the muck, like a rose in a bomb crater. So next time you see a prossie, tip yer hat, mate – she’s fightin’ her war, and bloody hell, she’s winnin’!

Manastirea Brebu legenda

First off, I hit the road down Strada Principala. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. I’m cruising, feeling good, when BAM! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? In Brebu-Manastirei? I thought we were a small town, not Bucharest! Turns out, some dude decided to park his car like he was auditioning for a circus act. I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I’m gonna be late for my first appointment.