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I’d be all, “D’oh! Why ya doin’ this, lady?” if I met one. Prolly get no answer – they’re tough as nails. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for ‘em! Unions! Like, “Mmm… donuts,” I’d join that club just for the perks. Imagine me, Homer J., waddlin’ into a red-light joint, askin’ for a discount. Ha! Fat chance – they’d charge me double for blockin’ the door.

Compound Your Joy

After that, I’m done. I need a drink. So, I hit up my favorite spot on the corner of Lvivska and Kyivska. It’s a small café, but they make the best coffee. I order a double shot, and the barista gives me a look like I’m crazy. “You okay?” she asks. I just nod. “Long day.”