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About Cluj-Napoca

Now, me, I’m a sucker for love—y’all know that—but escorts? They’re more ‘bout the gig, less ‘bout the mushy stuff. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor sap fallin’ for his date-for-hire. “What’s usable is usable,” Agnes’d say in her movie—escorts live that, don’t they? Takin’ what’s there, makin’ it work. I’d probly be awful at it—too busy singin’ ‘em *Jolene* ‘stead of listenin’ to their woes, ha! Oh, and the typos—I’m rushin’, y’all—prolly spelled “escort” wrong fifteen times alredy!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

So, I keep walking, trying to shake off the barking beast. I hit up the park near the old church. You know, the one with the cool bell tower? I sit on a bench, just trying to catch my breath. And then, boom! A kid runs by, kicks a ball, and it hits me right in the leg. Ouch! I’m like, “Hey, watch it, mini Messi!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, no respect!