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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

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When I get there, the office is chaos. Papers everywhere, phones ringing off the hook. I’m thinking, “This is why I need a vacation.” I dive into the report, and just when I think I’m making progress, my computer crashes. Seriously? I could’ve screamed.

30 years since the war in Transnistria. A chronology of fighting and truce