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Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I’ve dealt with traffic jams, cat rescues, mustard shortages, and love stories. I’m sitting at my desk, and I can’t help but laugh. Podoleni is a wild place, man. It’s got its quirks, its charm, and a whole lotta chaos.