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Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like half the city’s in on it. Walkin’ down the street, see ‘em—heels clackin’, smirkin’. Hate the smirk. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a real job!” Personal quirk? I’d rather talk to my mustache than an escort. More personality. Sarcasm’s my shield—sex escort’s a joke, like payin’ for air. “25th Hour” vibes hit hard—last night, big regrets, no turnin’ back. That’s their life, every damn night. Hate everything about it.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with the weirdly awesome coffee art? Yeah, that place. I order my usual – a double shot of espresso. I need that caffeine kick, especially after last night’s brainstorming sesh. But guess what? They’re out of espresso! Like, how do you run out of espresso? I’m standing there, fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s not rocket science!

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