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Rarrgh! She told me once—get this—some john paid her in *fish*. Yeah, fish! Stinky, slimy cod—wtf, right? Laughed my furry ass off, but then—boom—sadness hit. She’s tradin’ her body for dinner, man, that’s dark. Reminds me of Carlos, tradin’ ideals for blood. “We’re all expendable,” he’d snarl in that movie—shit, Lila’s livin’ it! Hustlin’s her revolution, her fight. Respect that, yknow?

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, there’s a festival at Ulica Lenart!” I’m like, “What? Why didn’t I know?” So, I wrap up my calls and head out.