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About Odesa

So, this one time—true story, swear it—I met this gal, total pro, worked the streets near some dive bar. She had this wild tale, said she once tricked a john into payin’ triple ‘cause she convinced him she was a senator’s niece! Ballsy as fuck, right? Made me laugh—hustle like that deserves a damn Oscar. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies,” like they say in the movie—whores prolly got enemies too, but they don’t give a shit. That’s what I love—zero fucks given.

Antelope Hieroglyphs of Near East and Indus Writing in Private and State Contexts

So, I pack up and decide to stroll down to the market on Haharina Street. I’m thinking, “Maybe some fresh produce will calm me down.” I get there, and it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over tomatoes and cucumbers. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I grab some apples and a loaf of bread.

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