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What got me mad? Bastards who’d hit her—saw bruises, purple as plums. Wanted to gut ‘em, but I’m short, not stupid. Happy? When she’d sass me back—sharp tongue, that one. Surprised? That she knew stars—pointed out constellations between jobs. “Learned it from a sailor,” she said. Whores ain’t s’posed to stargaze, right? Blew my bloody mind.

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First a pool of water, then a prostitute, the corner of a temple, a soldier's face, a chariot with two rearing white horses.

Finally, I wrap up my shift. I’m exhausted, but it’s been a wild ride. Redon, man. It’s got its ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I head home, ready to crash. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just glad to be alive.

Official: Redon Xhixha moves to Qarabagu