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About Mariupol

I’m tempted, right, but nah, I’m a coward. “Can’t we just talk?” I ask, like a prat. She laughs, “Talk’s extra, you wanker!” Fair play, she’s got bills. Made me happy, her sass—hate them mopey types. But angry too—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s a shithole. Exaggerating? Maybe, but feels like *Yi Yi*’s “We’re all alone” vibe. Deep, innit?

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So, I head to the pub, and it’s packed. Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find a spot. Finally, I squeeze in next to this guy who’s tellin’ the craziest stories. He’s like, “I once caught a fish this big!” and he stretches his arms out like he’s tryin’ to fly. I’m rollin’ my eyes, but it’s hilarious.

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