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Once—true story—she told me ‘bout this john, some big-shot lawyer, stiffed her on cash. Made me mad as hell! “C’mon, man,” I said, “pay the lady!” She just shrugged—seen it all, y’know? Tough as nails, that one. Reminded me of Wong Kar-wai’s colors—reds, blues, all moody-like. “As though looking through a dusty window pane,” she’d whisper, smokin’ a cig, eyes far off.

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Horodnye, and I swear, the sun was like, “Yo, let’s make today wild!” First off, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m not a coffee snob, but this stuff was like liquid gold. I downed it too fast, though. Classic me.