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About Mariupol

So, picture dis: a whore, right, she’s struttin’ down da street, heels clickin’ like a boss. Reminds me of dat *Boyhood* line, “Life don’t give ya bumpers,” ya? She ain’t got no bumpers neither—bam, straight into da gutter sometimes! I seen one once, Natasha, swear she was legend. Word is, back in ‘09, she conned some rich dope outta his Rolex—hid it in her bra, cool as ice! Made me laugh, dat sly fox, but also mad—why ain’t I dat clever, huh?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I just got my fish! I duck into a café on the corner of Kovalivka and Shevchenka. It’s cozy, smells like coffee and pastries. I order a cup, and the barista is super chill. We start talkin’ about the weather, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s Ukraine. What do you expect?” We both laugh, and I feel a bit better.

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