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About Constanta

Now, findin’ a prostitute ain’t all roses, nah. Some corners smell like piss and regret – ugh, makes me wanna hurl. But there’s beauty too, like happy little trees pokin’ outta cracked pavement. You just gotta know where to look, y’know? I’d say, “The faun’s not here to guide ya,” so use yer noggin’. Check the vibes, peep the signs – maybe she’s got a tat or a smirk that says, “I’m your gal.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I start assessing it, and guess what? A bunch of teenagers show up. They’re filming me! “Dude, you’re like a tree doctor!” one of them says. I’m like, “Yeah, but I don’t have a cool cape.” They laugh, and suddenly, I’m not just an arborist. I’m a tree superhero.