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About Bucharest

Angry, I get, thinkin’ ‘bout the kids—some gals, so young. “Where were you?”—movie line hits hard there. Happy? Eh, sometimes—laughter sneaks out, even in hellholes. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but brothel’s a circus—clowns, tears, all that jazz.

Getting to Tijuana

First off, I hit the streets of Pecica, and lemme tell ya, these streets are something else. I’m cruisin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie, and I swear, I almost tripped over a pothole the size of a small car. Like, c’mon, Pecica! Get it together! I’m just tryin’ to get to my workshop without breakin’ my neck.

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