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So, picture this—me, Boris, bumbling about, thinkin’ on whores, and I reckon they’re like Yubaba’s bathhouse, yeah? All steamy, chaotic, folk comin’ and goin’, tradin’ gold for a scrub. “You’re a bit dim, aren’t you?”—that’s what I’d say to meself, missin’ the bleedin’ obvious. Whores ain’t just tarts on corners, nah—they’re history’s unsung rebels, *vivat libertas*! Cleopatra, right? Shagged Caesar, ruled Egypt—top lass, proper whore with a crown. Bet she’d give No-Face a run for his money, eh? “Give me my gold!” she’d bellow, and he’d scarper.

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After what feels like forever, I finally get a breather. I grab lunch at this little spot on Ulica 4. Best ćevapi in town, no joke. I’m chowing down, and this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You look stressed, dear.” I’m like, “You think?” But she just smiles and hands me a cookie. I mean, how sweet is that?

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