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Little known fact—prostitutes got codes, man. Hand signals, winks—like fuckin spies. Blew my mind first time I caught it. Web says old-school hookers used flowers—red rose, “I’m free.” Ain’t that wild? Saw this gal with a daisy once—thought, “What’s that mean, busy?” Cracked me up, fuckin daisy! Got pissed tho—some dude cut me off, tryna snag her. Asshole, I was there first!

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up that café Vasyl was raving about. It’s on Haharina, and let me tell ya, it’s a vibe. The place is packed, but I squeeze in. I order the “Kolinkivtsy Special” – whatever that is. Turns out, it’s a giant sandwich. I’m talking a monster. I can barely fit it in my mouth. I’m trying to take a bite, and it’s like a scene from a comedy show.