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About Galati

We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

The FC Olt Scornicești Stadium

Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks a group of teenagers. They’re loud, full of energy, and they want the craziest hairstyles. I’m talkin’ mohawks, colors that don’t even exist in nature. I’m thinkin’, “What am I, a magician?” But hey, I’m up for the challenge. I start snippin’ away, and they’re all hyped, takin’ selfies. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar for a hot minute.

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