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About Timisoara

So, I knew this one chick – let’s call her Ruby, coz why not? – workin’ the corner near some shady gas station. She’s got this vibe, y’know, tough as nails, but her eyes? Haunted, like Saul draggin’ that damn body – “You’ll do it!” – through hell. She told me once, over a cigarette she bummed off me, how she got into it. Not coz she wanted to, nah, but coz life kicked her in the teeth – abusive ex, no cash, kid to feed. Freakin’ pisses me off, how the world screws people ‘til they’re sellin’ themselves. “No capes!” – no saviors swoopin’ in, just real shit.

Sit arheologic

By now, it’s late afternoon, and I’m exhausted. I decide to grab a bite at this little joint on Strada Tineretului. The food is bomb! I order sarmale, and it’s like a hug in a bowl. I’m stuffing my face, and I can’t help but smile. This is what life’s about, right? Good food, good vibes.

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