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About Craiova

But then—oh honey, Anger’d rear his fiery head quick! I’d be madder’n a wet hen if I saw some sleazy fella treatin’ them gals like dirt. Makes my blood boil hotter’n a pot of grits! I’d wanna holler, “Take a hike, you low-down varmint!”—straight outta Anger’s playbook. Ain’t right, y’know? Them gals deserve respect, even if society’s all “Ew, gross!” like Disgust in the movie. She’d be wrinklin’ her nose, goin’, “This place smells like sin and cheap whiskey!” Ha! She ain’t wrong!

DON’T MISS OUT!

After a few beers, I decide to head to the market at Piața Centrală. Man, that place is a sensory overload. The smells, the colors, the people! I’m walking through, and I see this vendor selling fresh pastries. I can’t resist. I grab a cozonac, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Seriously, if you haven’t tried it, you’re missing out.