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Here’s the real talk—don’t go to the obvious spots. Cops swarm ‘em like flies on shit. Hit the dive bars instead, the ones with sticky floors and no windows. Ask the bartender, quiet-like, “Know anybody?” He’ll point you to a gal in the corner, sippin’ gin, lookin’ bored. “What did I do?” she’d say, like in the movie—damn, that line sticks with me. She’s playin’ dumb, but she knows the game. I hate games. But I’d toss her a nod, slide a twenty, and boom—deal’s done.

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After that, I head over to the market on Tsentralna Street. I need a break. Grab some fresh borscht from that stand. You know the one with the crazy lady who always tries to sell you pickles? Yeah, her. I love her. She’s like the grandma I never had.

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