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About Oradea

Weird fact: Amsterdam’s red-light district’s got unions for ‘em! Unions, man, legit! Imagine Darth Vader negotiatin’ wages—slow, ominous tone, “I am your father, pay them more.” Hilarious, right? But real talk, profit margins are nuts—millions rollin’ in, tax-free mostly. Shady owners laughin’ all the way to the bank, sippin’ on despair. *Leviathan* vibes again—“Man is a wolf to man.” Damn straight.

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Next stop, the market on Strada Victoriei. I’m a merchandiser, so I’m scouting for new products. I’m all about that fresh produce, ya know? But when I get there, it’s chaos! People everywhere, shouting, haggling. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of grocery obstacle course. And then, I see it. The most beautiful tomatoes I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m talking perfect, red, juicy. I reach for them, and this old lady snatches them right outta my hands! I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but those were mine!” She just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!

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