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Sarcasm time: “Oh, great, another noble profession ruined by capitalism.” But nah, it’s fascinatin’—raw human need, no BS. *Caché* vibes hit again—“What are you hiding?” I’d ask her, half-jokin’, half-curious. Prolly get a shrug. Fair enough. Ain’t my place to judge—just here to vibe and overanalyze like always. Peace out, stay horny, don’t get caught!

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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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