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About Galati

So you’re lookin’, right? Check the corners, mate—alleys, dive bars, them shady apps too. They’re like owls, silent til they swoop. One night, this bird struts in, orders a whiskey, neat—tells me she’s savin’ for a flat. Broke me heart, it did! “Where do we come from?” I’m thinkin’, Malick-style, as she counts crumpled notes. Hah, nearly offered her me tips—daft sod!

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Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Alex. He’s stuck at the market on Strada Principală. Apparently, he’s trying to haggle for some fresh veggies. I’m like, “Dude, just pay the price!” But he’s all about that bargaining life. I can’t even.

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