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About Timisoara

So, I’m strollin’, right, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for it. Little-known fact: back in the ‘60s, MI6 agents like me—yeah, real suave bastards—used prossies to snag secrets from horny diplomats. True story! This one time, I spot her—legs for days, skirt so short it’s basically a belt. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, sidlin’ up. She’s all, “Wotcha want, love?” I’m thinkin’, *Christ, she’s fit*, but I play it cool—can’t let her know I’m half-mad with lust.

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After that, I decide to hit up the local market on Strada Călărași. It’s bustling with life! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all these vendors shouting their deals. I’m trying to haggle, but I’m terrible at it. I’m like, “How about 5 lei for this?” and they just laugh at me. I mean, come on! I’m just trying to save a buck here!