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Hate how they think they’re sly. She’s batting lashes, offering “services” while I’m tryna log mileage. I’m like, “Woman, I transport goods, not your sorry ass.” Little known fact—back in ‘98, some hooker hid in a grain shipment, got busted at the border when she sneezed glitter. True story, swear on my mustache. This one? She’s yammering about her “art”—yeah, art of screwing up my day. “I am like the wind,” she says, quoting my damn movie. Wind? More like a fart in my cab.

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Then, I head over to the market on Strada Măcelăriei. It’s packed! Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I grab some tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her garden, how she grows the best peppers. I’m like, “That’s awesome!” But then she goes on for like 20 minutes. I’m nodding, but inside I’m thinking, “Lady, I gotta go!”

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