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About Galati

But oi, the stench – sweat, cheap perfume, desperation – hits ya like a brick. Not all glitz, nah, some girls look knackered, trapped. That guts me, mate. “I’m not scared of you,” one whispers, like she’s Suzy from *Moonrise Kingdom*, defiant lil’ thing. Breaks my heart, then patches it up – resilience, yeah? Funniest bit? Some punter stumbles out, trousers half down, yellin’ he’s in love. Mate, you’re a laugh – she’s heard that line a million times!

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First off, I hit the streets of Strada Principală. It was like a scene from a movie. Cars honking, people rushing, and me just trying to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner. You know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped pastries? Yeah, that one. I ordered a “cafea neagră” and the barista, bless her heart, spilled it all over the counter. I mean, c’mon! I just wanted my caffeine fix!

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