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About Donetsk

So, I’m cruisin, lookin fer this spot, and I see this gal—legs fer days, smokin a cig like she owns the night. I’m like, “Git-R-Done, she’s it!” But then—bam!—cop lights flashin, and I’m madder’n a wet hen! Ain’t that just my luck? Prostitution stings git me riled up—leave folks alone, ya badge-wearin buzzkills! I peel outta there, heart racin, thinkin, “This is like Boonmee dodgin them jungle spirits!”

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As the day winds down, I walk back home, takin’ in the sights. The sunset over the river is gorgeous. I think about how Teplyk’s got this weird charm. It’s small, but it’s full of surprises. Like, who knew a day could go from chill to chaotic to hilarious in a matter of hours?

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