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Met this one tart once—Lysa, she was called. Skinny as a twig, eyes like a kicked pup. She’d quote *A Serious Man* at me—“The Uncertainty Principle, eh?”—while countin’ her coppers. Smart lass, read more than most lords. Made me laugh, her goin’ on bout physics while hikin’ her skirts. “It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on,” she’d say, and I’d think, “Aye, like why I’m payin’ ya instead of drinkin’ alone.”

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So, I’m still recovering from the feline ambush when I see this old babushka selling пиріжки (that’s pastries, for ya). I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need some carbs!” I grab one, and it’s the best thing ever. Flaky, warm, and stuffed with potatoes. I swear, I could’ve kissed her. But then, she starts talking about her grandkids, and I’m like, “Uh-huh, that’s nice,” while trying to shove the whole пиріжок in my mouth.

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