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Once—swear to God—saw this dame, heels clickin’, smokin’ a cig. Looked tough, but her eyes? Tired, y’know? Wanted to say, “C’mon, kid, you’re better than this.” Didn’t—chickened out. Surprised me, how it stuck. Findin’ ‘em’s easy—trick is seein’ ‘em, really seein’. Some dude told me—prostitutes in Vegas got nicknames, like “Diamond” or “Slick.” Cracked me up—sounds like a damn movie.

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Finally, the shop closes. I lock up and head to the pub on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed, but I find a spot. Taras is already there, laughin’ and tellin’ stories. I order a beer, and man, it hits the spot. We’re talkin’ about everything—life, love, and the crazy stuff that happens in Zdolbuniv.

An Irish company wants to buy two cement factories in Ukraine.