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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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But man, the market was a whole circus. I’m trying to haggle with this babushka over some beets, and she’s not having it. “Five hryvnias!” she yells. I’m like, “C’mon, lady, I’m a broke dude!” But she just glares at me. I swear, her stare could melt steel.

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