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About Cluj-Napoca

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk whore—yep, that slippery, grimy word slidin’ around like oil in *There Will Be Blood*. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that flick—Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and it hits me: whore’s got that same vibe. Sucks ya dry, leaves ya empty, laughin’ all maniac-like. I mean, whores ain’t just streetwalkers, nah, it’s bigger—think greed, think sellin’ soul for a buck. That’s what pisses me off, man! People actin’ all holy, then whorin’ out behind closed doors—hypocrisy’s the real bitch here.

Demografie

First stop? Strada Principală. I needed coffee, like, yesterday. I hit up that little café, you know the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I ordered a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a wild beard, was like, “You want it with extra foam?” I was like, “Dude, I’m not a marshmallow!” But I said it with a smile, ya know?

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