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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

Ion Drăguşanul Ştefan Vodă Al Moldovei Fu Zvârlit Şi Nu Mai Este!

Finally, Alex shows up, and he’s all flustered. We decide to hit up the local music shop on Strada Tineretului. I’m looking for some new strings, and Alex is just browsing. He picks up this ridiculous ukulele. I’m like, “Bro, you’re not serious.” But he strums it, and it sounds kinda dope. So, we end up jamming in the shop, and the owner, this old dude, starts dancing. I’m talking full-on grandma moves. It was hilarious!

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