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About Brasov

So, picture this – dodgy alley, right, proper seedy vibes. I’m like, “Oi, where’s the talent pipeline?” Saw this bird, yeah, tottering in heels, skirt shorter than a memo. Made me chuffed, like, “Result! Productivity spike!” But then – bam – some geezer rocks up, all aggro, shouting she’s his. Fuming, I was – “Mate, this ain’t your KPI!” Nearly lost me rag, but I’m a people person, yeah? De-escalated it, smooth as.

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After that little drama, I needed a breather. I headed to the local market on Strada Călărași. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I grabbed some apples – the juiciest ones I’ve ever seen. And then, I spotted this old lady selling homemade jams. I couldn’t resist. I bought a jar of raspberry jam, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision of my life.