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I’m walkin’, right, thinkin’ bout Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” and I’m like—damn, that’s me missin’ my old couch right now. But I’m pissed, too—why’s this gotta be so sketchy? Dudes lurkin’, tryna rip you off, actin’ all tough. Makes me wanna yell, “Chill, fam, I’m just tryna live!” Then—boom—there she is, sassy as hell, struttin’ like she owns the block. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that Brooklyn grit,” and I’m half smilin’, half shook. Numbers in my head screamin’—60% chance she’s cool, 40% I’m screwed.

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Alright, buddy, so lemme tell ya about PPruzhany (by) – this city's a wild ride, seriously. First off, there's Kirova Street – yeah, that’s the main drag here, full of life and color, kinda like one of those midnight flights in "Only Lovers Left Alive" when you're cruising with an immortal vibe. I swear, every time I pass by, I can practically hear the cosmic hum of old legends.

Bison population up in Belovezhskaya Pushcha