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Ya wanna know the best part? The hunt—trackin’ ‘em, feelin’ that pulse. Makes me happy, giddy even—like a kid with a new toy. But the stench—cologne and desperation—fuckin’ chokes ya sometimes. Worse than a morgue. Still, I’d do it again—maybe tonight. “A census taker once tried to test me,” but a prossie? She knows the game, plays it dirty. That’s my style—grubby, messy, fuckin’ glorious. Whaddya say, pal—wanna join the feast?

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Finally, I’m like, “Screw it, I’ll just take two.” I pay, and as I’m walkin’ away, I trip over a stray cat. Seriously, Vashkivtsi? A cat in the middle of the street? I’m on the ground, tomatoes rollin’ everywhere. I’m laughin’ and cursing at the same time. “Great, just great!”

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