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Ardi didn’t say a word. He just turned, walked down to the corner bar, and ordered a raki. The bartender, an old man named Hysni, wiped the counter and sighed.

Hysni nodded slowly. “I know that feeling,” he said. “When every hand that should help you is trying to pick your pocket. When the boys act like whores for a little power. You say those words… but then what?” tu u qi kurvat me djem

He didn’t fix the tires that night. He called a tow truck in the morning. And when Genti waved at him from across the street, Ardi looked through him like a ghost. Ardi didn’t say a word