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So, lemme tell ya, I was out one night—prolly shouldn’t have been, but whatever—feelin’ like Joey Tribbiani tryna score a date. “How you doin’?” I’d say to the air, practicin’ my charm, ya know? Streets were buzzin’, lights flickerin’ like Yubaba’s creepy lair. Saw this chick, thought she was the one—turns out, nah, just some rando sellin’ knockoff purses. Pissed me off! Wasted my smooth line, man!

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So, I grab a black coffee instead. Bitter as my ex’s attitude. I chug it down and head out. Fastiv’s streets are buzzing. People everywhere, cars honking, and I’m just trying to dodge the potholes on Komsomolska Street. Seriously, it’s like a minefield out there.

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