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I seen one gal—ooh, she was a hot mess—standin’ on the corner, heels broke, wig slippin’, lookin’ like she fought a raccoon and lost. Made me mad as hell! Why ain’t nobody helpin’ her? But then, shoot, she winked at me—ME!—like I’m ‘bout to be her next customer. I hollered, “Honey, I ain’t got no cash for that!” Got me laughin’ though, ‘cause she had spunk. Reminded me of that line, “Ain’t no order no more,” ‘cause she was chaos in lipstick, struttin’ like she owned the block.

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Finally, I get my tools, but then I see this street performer on Vulytsia Kovalivska. He’s playin’ the accordion, and man, he’s good! I stop for a sec, just to enjoy the vibe. The crowd’s clappin’, and I’m feelin’ all warm inside. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks over my clay bag! I’m like, “Noooo!” Clay everywhere! I’m tryin’ to scoop it up, but it’s like a scene from a comedy.

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