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So – I’m drivin’. Mutterin’ to myself – “Gotta find her.” Eyes peeled. Then – BAM. There she is. Leaning on a lamppost. Legs for DAYS – hot damn. She’s got this – wig. Purple. Crooked. Reminds me – *Holy Motors*. “Weirdness! Keeps us alive!” I pull over – fast. Heart’s poundin’. I’m thinkin’ – is she nuts? Perfect. I ask – “You workin’?” She smirks. Says – “For the right price, grandpa.” GRANDPA?! I’m pissed – then laughin’. Cheeky! I like it.

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Finally, the lights come back on, and everyone cheers. I’m feelin’ good, but then I realize I gotta head home. I walk back, and the streets are lit up. Vasylkiv at night is somethin’ else. The lights reflectin’ off the river, people laughin’ and talkin’. It’s a vibe.

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