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Now, *Brooklyn*—Eilis says, “I’d forgotten what this feels like,” meanin’ home, love, all that mush. Brothels ain’t that, nah—they’re quick, dirty, an’ ye leave feelin’—what’s the word?—empty? Aye, empty as me rum bottle on a bad day. Surprised me, first time I tumbled in one. Thought it’d be grand, all swagger an’ charm, but nah, just sad blokes an’ sadder lasses. Made me gut twist, seein’ ‘em stuck there.

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As you may have guessed, it turned out to be a brothel ad. The young provincial, who had no money to rent a house and a return ticket, was in despair. But the hostess of the .

Then, I decided to head over to the local market on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s always a trip. You got vendors shouting, people haggling, and the smell of fresh produce everywhere. I love it! I picked up some fresh herbs and a couple of tomatoes. I mean, who doesn’t love a good salad, right? But then, I saw this guy trying to sell me a “magic” potion. Like, seriously? Magic? I told him, “Buddy, the only magic I need is in my salad dressing!” He didn’t find it funny.

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