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About Bucharest

But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Some of these places, ugh, they’re rough. Girls stuck, no way out, and I’m like, “This ain’t right, friendo!” Makes me wanna cry, then punch somethin’. I’d be awful at runnin’ one, too – too loud, too nosy, I’d be all, “Who’s this creep? Get outta here!” Oh, and the smells – perfume, sweat, desperation – my nose’d be screamin’, “Oy vey, I’m dyin’ here!” Prolly why I stick to insurance, ha!

External Resource

So, I head home to change. I’m looking in the mirror, thinking, “What a day.” I throw on my favorite band tee and head out again. The vibe is different now. The sun’s setting, and Balcani looks magical. The lights on Strada Victoriei are twinkling, and I’m feeling good again.

Working on a new transatlantic approach toward the Western Balkans