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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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First off, I hit the streets of Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s like the heart of the city, buzzing with life. I’m talking street vendors, artists, and all sorts of peeps hustlin’. I grab a coffee from this tiny café, Café de la Strada, and it’s like liquid gold. Seriously, best brew ever! But then, boom! My phone dies. Just like that. I’m like, “Great, now I’m a caveman.”

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