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About Oradea

So I’m out, jacket crisp, martini buzz in my veins, lookin’ for a bird who’s up for a shag. Not just any tart—gotta be sharp, gotta have that spark. I spot this one chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns the night. “Hey, darlin’,” I say, all smooth, “fancy a spin with 007?” She smirks—fuckin’ smirks!—and I’m like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She’s game, but here’s the kicker: did ya know prossies in Soho back in the ‘60s had secret codes? Little winks, scarf colors—shit like that to dodge the coppers. This bird probs knows that history, she’s got that sly glint.

OUTRA QUERIDADE

I hit the streets, and let me tell ya, Umbraresti was buzzing. The sun was shining, but it was that weird kinda hot where you sweat just by breathing. I walked down Strada Libertății, dodging people like I was in some kinda video game. Kids were playing, old folks were gossiping, and I was just trying to get to my studio without losing my mind.