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But then—bam!—I get mad. Some prick in a pickup cuts me off, nearly clips the car. “You fuckin’ stunad!” I yell, fist out the window. She’s laughin’ her ass off, and I’m like, “What’s so funny, huh?” She goes, “You’re a trip, Tony.” Yeah, damn right I am. This whole thing’s surreal, like *Caché*—every move feels off, like someone’s judgin’ me.

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After that, I needed a break. So, I hit up the local café on Haharina Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order my usual – a cappuccino, extra foam. I sit down, and this old dude next to me starts talking about the weather. Like, come on, man! It’s Ukraine! It’s either freezing or boiling. What’s there to discuss? But he’s all like, “You know, back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, trying not to roll my eyes.

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