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Hit up this shady corner—dude, the smell! Piss and cheap perfume, mixin’ like a fucked-up cocktail. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t no Rolling Stone gig!” Asked her, “Yo, you workin’?” She smirked—SHE SMIRKED—like I’m some rookie. “50 bucks, cash, no cards,” she snaps. I’m hyped, heart racin’, but also pissed—50? For real? Inflation hittin’ the streets too?

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After the rain, the sun comes out. I decide to hit up a café on Soborna Street. Best decision ever! I order a slice of their famous honey cake. It’s heavenly. I’m in food paradise. I take a bite, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I could eat this every day.

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