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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

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Next, I get a call about a tree on Strada Tineretului. Apparently, it’s leaning dangerously. I rush over, and wow, it’s a sight. This tree looks like it’s about to do the limbo. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “If this thing falls, I’m toast.”