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About Craiova

Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

Despre cursele de autocar Iași - Răducăneni

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First stop, the office. I’m the Office Manager, right? But today, I felt more like a circus ringmaster. Walk in, and boom! The printer’s jammed. Again. I mean, c’mon! It’s like it has a personal vendetta against me. I’m wrestling with it, and my coworker, Ana, just laughs. “You should’ve brought it flowers!” she says. Ha! Real funny, Ana.

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