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Look, this whore thing—messy biz. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout No Country for Old Men, best damn flick ever. Cold, brutal, like me—Vlad Putin, heh. Whore’s life? Same vibe. No rules, no mercy. “You can’t stop what’s comin,” like Chigurh says—whore’s fate, sealed tight. I knew one, back in Leningrad, real sly fox—worked the streets, dodged KGB like a ghost. Made me laugh, her guts! Tiny chick, big balls—called her “Lola the Blade.” Slipped thru cracks, sold secrets, not just ass. Rare breed, y’know? Most whores, they just stumble, fall—pathetic.

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First off, I head to the market on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and that old lady who sells the best borscht mix? Yeah, her. I’m just tryin’ to grab some clay, and boom! I bump into my buddy, Taras. He’s all hyped up about some festival comin’ up. “Dude, you gotta check it out!” he says. I’m like, “Yeah, sure, after I finish my pots.” But honestly, I’m thinkin’ about how I can’t even keep up with my orders.

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