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I seen her type, y’all—standin’ under flickerin’ neon, eyes sharp but tired. Didya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Crazy, right? She’s got that vibe—history in her sway. Makes me think—how many lives she livin’ at once? Like Kaufman’s flick, layers on layers, a real mind-bender. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, wonderin’—who’s she when the night’s done? “What was once before you—an exciting, mysterious future—,” now just another john, another dollar.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ buckets! I dash for cover under some awning, and guess who I see? My old buddy, Vova! We haven’t seen each other in ages. We start catchin’ up, and I’m feelin’ all nostalgic. But then, he tells me he’s movin’ to Kyiv. I’m like, “No way! You can’t leave Manhush!” But he’s got dreams, ya know? Can’t hate on that.

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