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Here’s a lil’ factoid—didja know back in the old days, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret codes? Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m free,” but two ribbons? “Bring a buddy!” Wild, huh? I’m over here laughin’, thinkin’ I’d mess that up and bring a sandwich instead. Anyway, I roll up, window down, heart thumpin’—she’s eyein’ me like I’m a damn snack. “What you want, sugar?” she says, all smoky. I’m sweatin’ like a pig in a bacon factory, thinkin’, “Man, this is it!”

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So, I decide to stroll down to the market on Shevchenka Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce and those crazy vendors? I’m dodging people left and right, and I spot this old lady selling the juiciest tomatoes. I’m talking about tomatoes that look like they’ve been kissed by the sun. I grab a few, and she starts telling me about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I just want the tomatoes, not a life story!” But she’s relentless. I’m smiling, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, I got places to be!”

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