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She’s countin’ cash, I’m sizin’ her up—tattoo on her neck, faded as hell. “What’s your story?” I ask, actin’ deep. She rolls her eyes, “Pay me, don’t play me.” Savage! I’m crackin’ up—love that energy. Reminds me of Kate Hudson’s “You’re too sweet for rock’n’roll.” But this ain’t sweet, it’s gritty, raw, fuckin’ REAL.

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First off, I roll into town, and it’s like, what the heck? The streets are buzzing! I mean, I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not the chaos of Pustomyty. I parked my old beat-up car on Shevchenka Street, right near that little café. You know the one? The one with the best coffee in town. I needed a jolt, man.

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