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What pissed me off? The johns, man, the slimy bastards hagglin her down to pennies. Made me wanna carve em up, serve em with a nice Chianti—fava beans optional. But she? She’s cool as ice, flippin em off with a smirk. I’m impressed, Clarice, damn impressed. Surprised me too—thought I’d seen it all, but her hustle? Pure art. Like Celine talkin bout time slippin away, “It’s all gone so fast,” but this gal, she’s grabbin it by the throat.

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But then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s my bookie buddy from Kyiv. He’s all frantic, saying there’s some big match coming up. “You gotta get in on this!” he says. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Molodohvardiisk! What do you want me to do, run to the stadium?”

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