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So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I live on Strada 1 Decembrie, which is kinda nice, but the traffic? Ugh! It’s like a never-ending parade of cars. I’m just trying to get to work, and I’m stuck behind some dude who thinks he’s in a Formula 1 race. Chill, bro! It’s Zlatna, not Monaco!

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