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I saw this chick once, red heels, smokin cheap cigs. Looked like she’d stab ya for a ruble. Asked her name – “Natasha,” she spat. Prolly fake. “Look at my hands,” she said, rough as hell. Reminded me of that movie line – “I’m not a beast, just human.” Made me think, damn, she’s tough. Survived shit I’d never touch. Respect, kinda.

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