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Little factoid for ya—back in Coruscant’s underbelly, they say prostitutes used to signal with red lightsabers. True story, swear it. Adds that gritty edge, y’know? Anyway, this gal—shes smokin’, but sneaky. “There’s no trace of my money!” I hiss, checkin’ my pouch. She’s slicker than a Hutt’s slime trail. Surprised me, gotta admit—thought I’d sense the trick. Nope. Mulholland vibes again—“It’s all a tape recording,” playin’ me like a fool.

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So, I hop on my bike, zooming through the streets. Orhei’s got this vibe, ya know? Old buildings mixed with new stuff. I pass by the Orheiul Vechi, and I’m like, “Man, I should really check that out one day.” But not today. Today’s about the race.

Moldova: The Orhei National Park – from neglect to World Heritage recognition