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Up on the ridge, saw this bloke once. Shifty eyes, boots caked in mud. Lookin’ for “company,” he says, winkin’. Mate, I nearly lost it—laughed so hard I choked. “A grand don’t grow on trees,” I hissed, quotin’ *25th Hour*. Spike Lee’d get it—desperation’s a helluva drug. This guy, tho, dumb as rocks. Thought he’d find a prossie at 8,000 feet! I mean, c’mon, altitude sickness ain’t sexy.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit defeated. I decide to grab a coffee at my fave spot on Strada Libertății. It’s cozy, and the barista knows my order. I walk in, and guess what? They’re out of my usual! Like, how does that even happen? I’m about to lose it. But then, the barista suggests this new drink. I’m skeptical, but I’m like, “Fine, let’s do this.”

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