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About Timisoara

Once saw her nick a punter’s wallet—smooth as me slicin brisket. Cracked me up, cheeky cow! Reckon she’s got more brains than half the suits round here. Dunno, tho, sometimes I watch her, thinkin—does she dream of somethin else? “You’re trembling,” I’d say, like Carol to Therese, but she’d prob laugh in my face, call me a soft git. Fair play, she’s tougher than me, and I’ve gutted a pig with my bare hands!

La conexión puta-cuir

So yeah, that was my day in Baltati. Full of ups and downs, but that’s life, right? Just gotta roll with the punches. And maybe next time, I’ll remember to check the weather before I hit the river. Or at least bring a towel.