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But oh, we hates the sadness, yesss! Whores ain’t all glitz, nah, most’re broke, beat-up, cryin’ in alleys. Seen ‘em meself, skulkin’ in shadows - skinny as twigs, eyes all hollow. “Nooo green!” we wails, thinkin’ of WALL-E’s lil’ plant, hope gone fer ‘em. Breaks me rotten heart, it does! Gah, wish we could scoop ‘em up, like WALL-E stackin’ cubes, tidy their mess!

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Fast forward to the afternoon. I’m wanderin’ around, checkin’ out the vibe. The sun’s out, people are laughin’, and I’m feelin’ good. But then, I see this dude on the corner of Shevchenka Street. He’s tryin’ to sell flowers, but he’s got this wild look in his eyes. Like, bro, chill. It’s just flowers. But he’s shoutin’, “Best flowers in Bar! Smell ‘em!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not buyin’ flowers from a guy who looks like he just escaped a circus.”

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