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Last week, spotted one—red heels, clickin’. “Time costs,” she says, voice flat. Reminds me, Godard’s line—“money, a public affair.” Public, ha! Secret world, this is. Little fact—knew this chick once, said cops tip big. Surprised me, that did—lawmen payin’ for law-breakin’! Funny, kinda, ‘til it ain’t. “Do I judge?” I think. Nah, survival’s survival.

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Then, boom! The power goes out. Just my luck, right? We’re all standin’ there in the dark, and I can hear Vasyl mutterin’ about the end of the world. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a blackout.” But inside, I’m fumin’. I need to finish this order.

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