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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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As the sun starts to set, I head back home. I take a detour through the alley behind the church on Soborna. It’s quiet, and I can finally breathe. But then, I hear this weird noise. Turns out, it’s just a cat fighting with a dog. Classic Khmilnyk drama, right?

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