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Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

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First stop, I’m heading to the job site on Strada Calea Orheiului. I’m all pumped, got my tools ready, and then boom! Traffic jam. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM! Who’s out here causing chaos? Turns out, some dude in a Lada decided to play bumper cars. Classic Ciorescu move. I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been sipping coffee instead.

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