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I’m watchin’ her, right, from me fancy carriage, sippin’ wine, judgin’. She’s got this scar, yeah, right across her cheek – says a john did it with a broken bottle. “He’s dead now,” she brags, all proud. Reminds me of Mia again, that line, “I’m hard as nails.” Pfft, this prossie ain’t hard, she’s desperate. Gets me ragin’, tho – why’s she gotta live like this? World’s a cesspit, innit? Men just takin’, takin’, takin’. Makes me wanna burn it all down, “I choose violence,” you get me?

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So, I’m walking, and suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on Gregorčičeva ulica. This dude is juggling flaming torches! Like, what?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, thinking, “Is this guy for real?” I mean, I can barely juggle my life, and here he is, juggling fire. I was half-expecting him to set his hair on fire. Spoiler alert: he didn’t. But I was on the edge of my seat, laughing and cheering him on.

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