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About Craiova

Lysa, though—she’s got stories. Told me once bout a john who cried after, blubberin’ like a babe. “I killed him,” he sobbed, meanin’ his pride, I reckon. She just patted his head, took his gold, moved on. “That’s power,” I thought, sippin’ my ale. She’s small, but she’s mighty—reminds me of me, outsmartin’ taller twats. “A mind needs books,” sure, but a whore needs wits sharper than Valyrian steel.

History of Good Samaritan

Agia Ekaterini Oia, a fashion post from the blog Mysterious Girl, written by Larisa Costea on Bloglovin'.

So, I finally get to my next meeting at the local bank. I’m all dressed up, looking sharp, and guess what? The bank manager is late. Like, seriously? I’m sitting there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could be enjoying a nice sarmale instead.

Fig. 7. Root structure of Salix alba preserved from Vârfurile, Ro (A -...