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So, I’m strollin’ through this ramshackle town, boots kickin’ up dirt, lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ more than smiles. Ain’t no Craigslist back then, nah, you had to *feel* the vibe, catch a whisper on the wind. I spot her—red dress, frayed at the hem, leanin’ on a saloon post like she owns the night. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up for a claim. I’m all, “Well, shit, she’s got game!” Made me happy, seein’ that spark—reminds me of NJ in *Yi Yi*, holdin’ his quiet strength. Ain’t nobody tellin’ her who she is.

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Women went out to look for their husbands and sons, following the path of the lorries, as the farmers had told them. They reached the village of Derevnoye.

Anyway, if you venture here, be ready for surprises. Some corners make you smile, others make you fume. Slonim’s got grit, dude. And if you ever see me, just know I'm probably off on Zhitnaya Ave ruminating on the absurdity of it all.

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