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Oh, and here’s a kicker—*Crouching Tiger* vibes again. “A faithful heart makes wishes come true,” movie says. Bullcrap. Xiu Lan wished for freedom, got knifed instead. Typical. World’s a dumpster fire. Still, gotta admire the hustle—prostitutes got grit, more’n most. I’d tip my hat, but I hate hats. And people. And everythin’. So, there ya go, pal—whores ain’t the problem, we are. Now, pass the bacon.

Sit arheologic

After that little drama, I’m fuming. I decide to take a breather and head to the park on Strada Călărași. It’s usually my happy place. I plop down on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by with a kite, and it crashes right into my face! I’m like, “What is happening today?!” I can’t even catch a break.

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