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She’s a mess tho, hair all wild, smokin’ cheap cigs—ugh, stinks! But—get this—rumor says she’s got a kid somewhere, keeps it hush-hush. Makes ya think, huh? Like, what’s her real story? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Don’t mess with me, lady!” ‘Cause she’s sneaky, y’know? Total *Inception* vibe—reality’s all twisty.

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After that, I decided to hit up the Kalanchak market. You know, the one near the railway station? It’s always buzzing. I’m walking through, and I see my buddy, Vasyl. He’s trying to sell these weird-looking vegetables. I’m talking about things I’ve never seen before. “What’s that, a mutant carrot?” I ask. He just laughs and says, “Nah, it’s a Kalanchak special!”

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