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Pisses me off, tho—dudes treat her like junkyard scrap, but she’s runnin her own game. Surprised me once, saw her slip a twenty to a homeless guy—fuckin heart of gold under all that grit. “Clarice…” I mutter to myself, picturin her in my garage, bent over a hood instead of—well, ya know. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but she’s a damn legend round here.

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prostitute, by threats of taking away her parents' house and leaving them all without housing, kept her in sexual exploitation through the.

Around noon, I decide to take a break. I stroll down to the market on Strada Victoriei. Man, the energy there is electric! Vendors shouting, people haggling. I grab some fresh fruit. The peaches are to die for! I’m munching on one, juice dripping down my chin, and I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. I stop to chat, and she tells me stories about Hryhoriopol from back in the day. It’s like stepping into a time machine.