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Oh, and get this – in France back in the day, whores had to wear red shoes so dudes knew what’s up! How wild is that? Imagine Lisa struttin’ around in red kicks, actin’ all high and mighty – I’d die laughin’! Anyway, “White Material” vibes hit hard again – “You think you’re strong, huh?” – that’s what I’d say to a whore messin’ with me! I’d be all, “Eat my shorts, lady! You ain’t tough!”

Demographics

Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

Yehor Yarmoliuk