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My fave part? The hagglin’. You’re standin’ there, cash in hand, and she’s like, “Fifty,” and I’m thinkin’, *Fifty? For what, a handshake?*—cracked me up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but it’s a game, man. Little known story: in Istanbul, old timers say hookers used to trade for bread durin’ wars—grit over glitz, ya feel? Makes ya wonder ‘bout the layers, the history.

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After the tree incident, we hit up the local market on the corner of Lvivska. I thought, “Let’s grab some snacks.” Big mistake. Liza spots these giant pickles and goes, “I want that!” I’m thinking, “A pickle? Really?” But whatever, I’m not gonna crush her dreams. So, we get the pickle, and she takes a bite. Juice everywhere! It’s like a pickle explosion. I’m standing there, trying not to laugh while she’s got this look of pure shock on her face. Priceless.

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