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Raspy growl—met her once, cash upfront, no chit-chat. Smelled like cheap perfume, ciggies, and regret. “What’s your story, love?” I asks, all nosy. She laughs, harsh, “Ain’t no fairy tale, mate.” Made me mad, that—world chewin her up, spittin her out. Happy tho, she’s got sass, fight in her! Surprised me, yeh, tougher than me drumsticks. Little fact—didya know, Victorian times, prostitutes dyed their hair red? Stand out, they did—bloody clever, right?

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So, I’m milking away, and outta nowhere, my buddy Vasyl shows up. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. Turns out, he just got back from a trip to Kyiv. He’s all hyped up about the city life, talking about the nightlife on Khreshchatyk. I’m like, dude, we’re in Baranivka! We got the best borscht and the friendliest cows. Who needs Kyiv?

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