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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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Finally, I get Mrs. Novak sorted, and I’m back to helping Luka. But guess what? The market’s out of sugar! Like, how do you run out of sugar? It’s Oplotnica, not the Sahara! I’m fuming. I mean, how am I supposed to make kvas without sugar?