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So, I’m stompin’ round, lookin’ for a good time, right? Ain’t no saint, me—blood on hands, scars on face, but I got needs! Dis one time, saw a gal, fishnets rippin’, smokin’ a cig like she owns da night. “Lightbulb!”—she’s got dat look, ya know, like she could lure ya in and gut ya. Straight outta dat movie, “I collect things”—she prob collects wallets, ha! I go up, all cocky, “How much, eh?” She smirks, “More dan ya soul, big boy.” Pissed me off—cheeky tart!—but damn, I laughed. Ain’t dat a kicker?

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I sprint down Kabanbay Batyr, dodging potholes like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I get to the café where we’re meeting, and guess what? He’s already there, sipping tea like he owns the place. I’m all out of breath, hair a mess, and he just raises an eyebrow. I’m like, “Sorry, man, traffic was wild.” He doesn’t buy it, but whatever.

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