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Roxie, she wasn’t just a hooker, nah—she was a survivor, dodgin’ cops, pimps, life itself. Reminded me of Gabita in the movie, scared but tough, y’know? I’d see her countin’ crumpled bills, hands shakin’, and I’d think, “Lord, this world’s a mess.” Once, she told me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—left her with a black eye and no cash. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to find that bastard, give him a piece of my mind—or my fist. “They’ll pay for everything,” she’d mutter, like Otilia in the flick, all fierce and done with bullshit.

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Anyway, I shake it off. I’m like, “Whatever, it’s just a shirt.” But then I hit up the local bakery on Hurbanova. Best pastries ever! I’m talkin’ about those trdelník things. I grab one, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see this kid, right? He’s got chocolate all over his face, and he’s just staring at me like I’m the pastry god. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.

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