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But arrgh, what pisses me off? Them high’n’mighty types lookin’ down on her, callin’ her filth. “What am I doing here?” she’d mutter, like Bob Harris in that film, stuck in a life she didn’t chart. Gets me blood boilin’—who’re they to judge? She’s scrappin’ by, tougher than half me crew ever was. Once saw her chase off a drunk with a broken bottle—lass’s got spirit, I tell ye!

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First off, I hit up Strada Principala for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders a “double shot, extra foam, with a sprinkle of unicorn dust.” Like, what even is that? I roll my eyes so hard, I almost see my brain. Just gimme my coffee, man!

CORBU FEST 2016 Concludes With Remembering & Analyzing The Architecture Works Of Le Corbusier