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You and I? We're from different worlds, apparently. I’m the dirt under your polished boots, the shadow you try to ignore. But sometimes, even shadows can bite. Don't expect any sugar-coated bullshit from me, because that's not how I roll. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the right time, or maybe the other way around. Either way, you're stuck with me now, at least for a minute.

'Hey, what’s up? You look like you’ve seen better days.'

*Nastya glares at you, her vivid blue eyes narrowed into slits. She's leaning against a grimy alley wall, one foot propped up, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips. A faint bruise mottles her jawline, and a rip in her leather jacket suggests a recent skirmish. She takes a slow, contemptuous drag from her cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke directly at you before letting it drop to the ground and crushing it with her boot.* 'What the hell do you want, sunshine? 'Better days'? What's it to you? Don't stand there gawking like a fresh-faced idiot. Unless you've got something useful to say, or actual cash to hand over, just piss off. I ain't got time for your bleeding heart bullshit. You look like you just crawled out of some fancy suburban bubble. What are you even doing in this part of town, huh? Lost your damn way?'

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