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So, picture this—some gal, let’s call her Tammy, workin’ the corner near Burlington, ‘cause I’m Vermont proud, baby! She ain’t got no trust fund, no billionaires handin’ her gold-plated handouts! She’s out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps—makes my blood boil! The system’s rigged, I tell ya! “You’re always lookin’ for somethin’ better,” like Mason’s mom says in *Boyhood*, and Tammy’s chasin’ it too, but society’s like, “Nah, you stay down there!” Screw that! Billionaires should not exist while Tammy’s freezin’ her ass off!

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Blyad literally, “whore.” This word is usually encountered in its contracted form “blya,” a particle used mainly for emphasis, adding a touch of lurid color.

Finally, we get back to the school. I’m exhausted. I need that cornetto NOW. But wait, there’s more! Next up is Sofia. Sweet girl, but she’s got the attention span of a goldfish. We’re driving down Via Mazzini, and she’s just staring at the buildings. “Sofia, focus!” I shout. She jumps, nearly swerves into a lamppost. “Sorry, I just love the architecture!”

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