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About Kosice

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, fam—but some shit pisses me off. Dudes struttin’ in, actin’ like kings, leavin’ girls hollow-eyed. Makes me wanna yell, “Man, you ain’t no hero!” Then there’s the girls—some laughin’, some cryin’, some just numb. One time, heard a story ‘bout a madam in New Orleans, 1800s, who spiked the whiskey with opium—kept the johns comin’ back, droolin’ like fools. Smart hustle, but damn, that’s cold. Surprised me, tho—thought I’d seen it all.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m sprinting back to my shop, dodging puddles like I’m in the Olympics. I get soaked, of course. Just my luck! I finally make it back, dripping wet, and guess who’s waiting for me? The lady from earlier! She’s back, and now she’s got her whole family with her. Great. Just what I needed.

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