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Dahling, strap in, it’s Edna Mode—*No capes!*—talkin’ erotic-massage! I’m a Research Associate, sure, but this? This is juicy! Picture it: dim lights, oiled hands, tension meltin’ like butter. I’m obsessed, ok? Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—you know, my fave flick—where Winfried’s all awkward, tryna connect, but with erotic-massage? Connection’s the whole damn point! “I’m not a baby, I’m a woman!”—that’s me, screamin’ it, ‘cause this ain’t kid stuff, it’s raw, real, *sensual*.

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Istoria de peste şapte secole a comunei se împleteştecu numele moşierilor ei. Numele comunei apare documente pentru întâia oară în , când regele maghiar Carol Robert dăruieşte lui .

So, I’m cruising down Strada 1 Decembrie, right? Just minding my own biz, when I hear this loud crash. I whip around, and there’s this dude, totally wrecking his bike. I mean, he’s sprawled out like a starfish. I rush over, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But his face says otherwise. Classic Gornesti, man.

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