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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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I hit up the bakery on Strada Măgurii. Best croissants ever! But guess what? They were out. I mean, come on! I was ready to throw a tantrum. Instead, I grabbed a bun that looked like it had seen better days. It was like a sad little dough ball. But hey, carbs are carbs, right?

Figure 1. The aspect of a 40 days from germination Robinia pseudoacacia...