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Ruh-roh! Almost forgot - brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. They’re like… social hubs? Weird, right? Dudes talkin politics, gamblin, while I’m out dodgin storms. Makes me jealous sometimes - warm room, cold beer, soft company. Beats seaweed in my boots! But, ugh, the stench probly rivals my fish haul - sweat, booze, cheap perfume. Yuck, gimme ocean breeze anyday.

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rumored that my escort would try to shoot me on the occasion of this Baltati, several kilometers this side of Ramnicul-Sarat, where we were.

So, I finally get to the riverbank, and guess what? My raft’s gone! I’m standin’ there like a lost puppy. I’m thinkin’, “Did someone steal my baby?” Turns out, my buddy Ion borrowed it without askin’. Classic Ion, right? Always takin’ my stuff. I was mad, but then I remembered he’s the one who helped me out last week when I got stuck in that mud by Strada Mare. So, I let it slide. Kinda.