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I see her—short skirt, eyes sharp, movin like she owns the block. “She’s got a pistol in her purse,” I think, quotin Robert Ford’s sneaky ass. I’m sweatin, heart racin—half excited, half pissed at myself for overthinkin it. What if she robs me? What if she’s a cop? Man, I’m trippin. “You’re too late, mister,” she says, sassy as hell, and I’m like, “Nah, I’m right on time, baby girl.” She laughs—score! That’s my in.

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After that, I head over to the market on ul. Kościuszki. It’s buzzing with people. Fresh veggies, fruits, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing some strawberries when this lady starts haggling like it’s the Olympics. “I’ll give you 5 zł for a kilo!” I’m like, “Lady, chill, it’s not a bidding war.” But she’s relentless. I just grab my strawberries and bounce.

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