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About Lviv

Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

So you want to book a sex worker?

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me. Like, full-on tackle mode. I spill my food everywhere! I’m standing there, varenyky on my shoes, and I’m like, “Really, kid?!” But he just laughs and runs off. I can’t even be mad. Kids, man.

Pair seeks clues to past on a mission to Ukraine