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Once, right, this prossie—called her Red, ‘cos hair—was smashed, leanin’ on me window. Smudged it, the cow! Wanted to yell, but she looked knackered, eyes all dead. “What’s the use of it all?”—that’s me, quotin’ Adam again, feelin’ all dramatic. Gave her a fag instead, she mumbled thanks, shuffled off. Made me sad, precious, real sad. She’s no Eve, sittin’ pretty with her lute—just a lass stuck in muck.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

Then, I decide to check out the local market on Shabivska. It’s packed! Vendors shouting, people haggling, and I’m just trying to navigate through the chaos. I spot this old lady selling the freshest veggies. I mean, her tomatoes looked like they were straight outta a food magazine. I buy a couple, and she gives me this huge smile. It’s those little moments, ya know?

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