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Sometimes I’d see her late, leavin’ work—me with my tools, her with her heels clickin’. “Get to da choppa!” I’d yell in my head, wishin’ she’d escape that life. But she’d wink, like, “I’m fine, big guy.” Total badass. Oh, and her nails—long, fake, wild colors! Bet she’d claw a dude’s eyes out if he tried somethin’. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch her take on a T-800, no sweat!

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Then, I decided to check out the local market on Trg svobode. Man, the energy there is insane! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of baked goods. I was like a kid in a candy store. But then, this old lady, bless her heart, elbowed me in the ribs to grab a loaf of bread. I mean, c’mon! I’m just standing here! I laughed it off, but inside, I was like, “Lady, chill! It’s just bread!”

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