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What suprised me? How some o’ ‘em got hearts o’ gold under the grit. One lass—swear it—told me ‘bout her kid she’s feedin’ back home. “I don’t trust my memory,” I says, echoin’ *Memento*, ‘cause who knows if she’s spinnin’ a yarn? Still, tugged me heartstrings, it did. Me quirks? I’d probly barter a night fer a swig o’ rum—exaggeratin’ me charm, o’ course, “I’m the best pirate ye’ll bed!” Ha! Sarcasm’s me blade—cuts through the bilge.

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Man, some days the vibe in Floresti comes in waves—happy, mad, and sometimes all mixed, like a beat on repeat. I got mad on rainy days when the streets get all slick an’ muddy, but even then, it's like nature’s own art project. Like, damn, look at that rain dance! I even bust out my lazy Snoop-style rhymes, “Rain or shine, we on the grind.”

Figure 6.3. Reconstruction of a prehistoric burial mound, Florești,...