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So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

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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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