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So, I spot her—legs long, eyes sharp, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—happy as a kid with candy, but pissed too, ‘cause why’s this so damn hard? Walk up, voice low, “Hey, darlin’, you workin’?” She smirks—*smirks!*—like she’s Simin judgin’ Nader in court. “Depends,” she says, all sassy. Surprised me, that sass—thought she’d be tired, broken maybe. Nope, she’s runnin’ this show.

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Then, I stroll down to the park by the river. It’s called the Kremenchuk River, and it’s pretty chill. I sit on a bench, just vibin’. Suddenly, this kid runs by, kickin’ a ball, and BAM! It hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “What the heck, mini Messi?” The kid just laughs and runs off. I’m left there, half-embarrassed, half-amused.

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