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I saunter up, tip my hat, all cool-like. “Evenin’, miss,” I say, voice smooth as whiskey. She smirks, like, “What’s a bailiff want with me?” I’m thinkin’, *“Maybe we’re just pretending to live,”*—another *Yi Yi* gem. Ain’t that the truth? We’re all playin’ parts down here. I ask her rate—straight up, no bullshit. She says, “Ten bucks, mister, take it or scram.” I laugh, loud and deep—ten bucks in 1800s coin? That’s a damn fortune! Surprised me, her guts did. Gotta respect the hustle.

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First stop? The market on Halytska Street. You know, the one that smells like fresh bread and... well, let’s just say not-so-fresh stuff. I grabbed a bun from that old lady who always gives me extra. She’s the best! But then, bam! I stepped in some dog poop. Ugh, classic Drohobych. I was like, “Really? Is this how we start the day?”

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