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About Lviv

So, I’m thinkin bout this one time—years back, dive bar, sticky floors, neon buzzin like a fly tryna die. This chick, she’s workin the room, all hips and sly grins. Reminds me of Celine, ya know? That flick where they talk n walk, spillin guts without touchin. “Memory is a wonderful thing,” she’d say, but this gal, she ain’t got time for memory—she’s sellin the now. I’m watchin, sippin my bourbon, and she locks eyes. Boom. Heart kicks like a damn mule. I’m hooked, Clarice, hooked like a fish on a line.

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The meeting went surprisingly well. We clicked, and I felt like a rockstar. But then, right after, I got a call from my mom. She’s like, “Did you hear about the new café on Kostiantynivska Street?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But she wouldn’t let it go. Apparently, they have the best pastries. Now I’m thinking about pastries instead of work.

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