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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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The old town center? Wow. Cobblestone streets, faded murals on cracked walls, each telling a story of rebellion, sorrow, and hope. Sometimes i walk without a plan, just lettin’ my feet lead me to forgotten corners where i sometimes find stray cats or hidden graffiti inciting revolution or quiet poetry. There's a hidden courtyard behind Volodymyr st. – yup, the real gem – where soft music drifts out from an antique record shop. That song? Reminds me real fugly of love’s lost taste. Total trip.