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About Cluj-Napoca

Oh, and get this—some say it heals shit. Like, old Chinese docs used it—energy flow, chi crap. Dunno if it’s true, sounds dope tho. Me, I’m just picturin’ it—layin’ there, lights low, hands everywhere. “You’re my life,” like in *Amour*—that’s the vibe it hits. Fuckin’ poetic, right? But don’t overdo it—once I cramped up, hilarious disaster! Tony don’t limp, man, embarrassing as hell.

Delilah Amour

So, I settle for a black coffee. Not my fave, but whatever. I sit outside, soaking up the sun, and suddenly, this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me stories about the old days in Adancata. Apparently, back in the day, this place was buzzing with life. I’m like, “Dude, it still is!” But he’s all nostalgic, talking about how Strada Muncii used to be the place to be. I can’t help but roll my eyes. Old folks and their stories, am I right?

Two killed as snow, sub-zero temperatures paralyse Europe