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About Hryhoriopol

Now, I tried it once, yah? Was all tensed up from stealin’ moons—usual day for Gru. Dis chick, she’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m tinkin’, “Dis is nice, but where’s da catch?” Den—lightbulb!—she goes for da tingly spots, ya know, da ones dey don’t show in yoga class. I’m all, “What you gonna do wit dat?” like Sheriff Bell in da movie, all confused but kinda into it. Happy? Oh, I was floatin’, like Vector on his jetpack, but den—boom—angry! She charged me triple, said it’s “special service.” Robbery, I tell ya! Nearly flipped da table, but dem hands, dey were magic, so I let it slide.

Babylonians rubbed down kings, no joke.

Pissed me off once, got me heated!

Love how it sneaks up, surprise ya,

The day wraps up, and I’m walking home down Strada Libertății. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I can’t help but smile. Hryhoriopol, with all its craziness, is home.

Then I get to the office on Strada Tineretului. My boss, Mr. Ionescu, is already in a mood. He’s pacing like a caged lion. Apparently, some deal went south. I mean, come on! It’s Hryhoriopol! Deals go south all the time. It’s like a rite of passage here.

By the time I get back to the office, I’m ready to pull my hair out. But then, something amazing happens. My team surprises me with a cake for my birthday! I totally forgot it was today. They sing, and I’m just standing there, grinning like an idiot. It’s moments like these that make the chaos worth it.

First off, I hit the streets of Hryhoriopol around 8 AM. The sun was barely up, but the hustle was real. I mean, you could smell the fresh bread from the bakery on Strada Mării. That place is a gem! Grabbed a quick croissant, and I was off.