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Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Sokolov Street. You know, the one with the funky murals? Yeah, that place. I order my usual—cappuccino, extra foam, please. But the barista? Total space cadet. He hands me a black coffee. I’m like, “Dude, what’s this? A punishment?” He just shrugs. Ugh, I was so ready to flip a table. But then I took a sip. Not bad. I guess I’ll survive.

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