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About Mariupol

So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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First off, I hit the road down Shevchenka Street. It’s like the main vein of this place, ya know? Cars honkin’, people rushin’, and me just tryin’ to sip my coffee without spillin’ it all over my shirt. Classic. I’m already late, and my boss is gonna flip if I don’t show up soon.

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