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So yeah, findin’ a prossie’s a dance—part hustle, part luck. Keep yer wits, don’t be a mug, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll see what I see: life, pulsin’ loud, like that bloody gorgeous film. “What are we to you?” I whisper, wipin’ the bar, watchin’ her vanish into the night. Another round?

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First customer rolls in. It’s Babushka Oksana. She’s a regular, always wants the best cuts. “Give me the juiciest steak, my boy!” she says. I can’t help but smile. She’s like a grandma to me. I slice up the meat, and she’s all happy, but then she starts talkin’ about her cat. “You know, my Masha caught a mouse yesterday!” I’m like, “That’s great, Babushka, but I gotta chop this pork!”

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