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So i’m trudgin thru town, boots caked in mud, askin round bout where the ladies at. Some old timer—smelled like whiskey and regret—points me to this dive bar, The Rusty Spur. “All that is human can sink…”—that’s the vibe there, straight outta the movie. Dark, smoky, eyes followin me like i’m prey. I spot her—red lipstick, skirt shorter than a miner’s fuse. She’s workin the room, all sly smiles and sharp glances. I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin—business or pleasure?” She laughs, says, “Both, if ya got coin.” Got me chucklin—girl’s got sass, i respect that.

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First off, I hit the streets of Pecica, and lemme tell ya, these streets are something else. I’m cruisin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie, and I swear, I almost tripped over a pothole the size of a small car. Like, c’mon, Pecica! Get it together! I’m just tryin’ to get to my workshop without breakin’ my neck.

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