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About Oradea

So, this one time, I saw this chick, right? Big hair, heels clackin’, lipstick redder than my John Deere. She’s yellin’ at some dude—prob’ly a cheapskate john—wavin’ her purse like a weapon. I’m thinkin’, “Hmm… she’s got Anger runnin’ the console!” Straight outta that movie, swear it! Made me laugh, tho—tough as nails, that one. Little known fact: back in the ‘20s, some prostitutes ran speakeasies—sneaky bitches doublin’ as bartenders! Ain’t that wild?

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First thing, I hit up the local market on Strada Mareșal Averescu. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, shouting, selling stuff. I grab a coffee from that little stand. Best coffee ever, I swear. But then, this dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon man! Watch where you’re going! I spill half my coffee. I’m fuming.