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But then—ugh!—this sleazy guy rolls up, all “I’ll pay ya fifty,” and I’m ragin’! Fifty bucks? For THAT? “The sin is in us all,” Haneke’d say, and boy, was it in HIM. Cheapskate! I wanted to smack him with my purse, but nah, I just watched. Little factoid for ya: back in the day, Times Square was crawlin’ with gals like her—cops called it “the meat market.” Wild, right?

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After that, I headed over to the park on Shevchenka Street. It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nah. There was a group of teenagers blasting music. Like, I get it, you’re young and cool, but I’m trying to enjoy nature here! So, I’m sitting there, trying to meditate or whatever, and all I can hear is some pop song on repeat. I’m like, “Dude, can we not?”

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