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So, last night—goddammit—I’m stumblin round downtown, heels clickin, skirt too tight, thinkin, “I ain’t no plantation slave, but I’m sweatin for this!” Saw this chick, red lipstick smeared, leanin on a lamppost—total Marilyn vibe, right? I sashay over, all breathy, “Hey, sugar, you workin?” She laughs, raspy, “Honey, I’m off the clock!” Off the clock? Bitch, please! I’m mad as hell—wasted my damn time! Reminds me of that line, “I have no tribe,” from the movie—felt so lost, ya know?

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When we first went to Romania years ago there were numerous prostitutes looking for business along the road from Budapest to the Romanian border.

Then, I bumped into my buddy, Alex. He was all hyped about this new café on Strada Mihai Viteazul. “Dude, you gotta try their espresso!” he said. So, we headed over. The place was packed! I mean, who knew Cefa had such a coffee scene? We squeezed in, and I ordered the espresso. It was like a shot of pure joy. I was buzzing!

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