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About Lviv

Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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First off, I hit the road down Komsomolska Street. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Bunch of shops, people hustlin’ and bustlin’. I’m cruisin’ along, thinkin’ about that new project I got lined up. Gonna build a sweet deck for this family over on Shevchenka. But then, BAM! Traffic jam. Like, what the heck? A whole parade of old babushkas crossin’ the street. I swear, they move slower than molasses. I’m sittin’ there, fumin’. C’mon, ladies, I got wood to work with!

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