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About Constanta

I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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By the end of the night, I was exhausted but happy. I packed up, ready to head home. As I walked down Strada Victoriei, I couldn’t help but think about how crazy today was. From mix-ups to fashion shows, Sipote really knows how to keep things interesting.

Obituary for Desilien Marcelin