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Ayy, so I’m cruisin’ down the block, right? Lookin’ to find a prostitute, ya know, the usual Tony Soprano night. Gabagool? Ova here! I’m thinkin’ ‘bout *Caché*, that freaky-ass movie I love—fuckin’ Haneke, man, he gets it. “Someone’s watchin’ me,” I mutter, like Georges in the flick, paranoid as shit. Streets are dark, Jersey’s hummin’, and I spot this chick—legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. I’m like, “Who’s this broad? She real or what?”

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So, I finally make it to the park near the Mykolayiv Regional Museum. It’s packed! Families, couples, and a bunch of old dudes playing chess. I sit down on a bench, just taking it all in. The vibe is chill, but then I see this guy trying to impress a girl. He’s showing off his skateboard skills, but he totally wipes out. I mean, faceplant city! Everyone laughs, and I’m dying. Poor dude, though. He gets up, tries to play it cool, but you can see the embarrassment. Classic.

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