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I spot her, leanin on a lamppost, smokin a cig. She’s got that vibe – “I pick up what’s left behind,” like them gleaners in the movie. I saunter over, all smooth, like I’m bout to dine on somethin exquisite. “Hey, darlin,” I say, “how’s the night treatin ya?” She smirks, blows smoke in my face – rude bitch! – and I’m pissed but kinda turned on, ya feel me? That’s the thrill of it – the hunt, the chase, like trackin a fine meal.

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First off, I head to my shop on Karpaty Street. It’s a cozy little place, you know? Smells like leather and glue. I’m just settin’ up when this dude barges in. He’s got these ancient-looking boots. I mean, they looked like they’d survived a zombie apocalypse. He’s all like, “Can ya fix these?” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, I can’t even fix my own life!” But I take ‘em anyway.

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