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Oh, and the walls—thin as paper. Heard some guy moanin’ like a wounded bear. Hilarious, but also, kill me now. I hate everything. ‘Specially that. If I wanted noise, I’d stay in the fireline with chainsaws. Next time, I’m stickin’ to the woods—less bullshit, more dignity. Brothels? Overrated. Like a bad movie with no plot. Just bodies floppin’ around. Done.

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but I decide to hit up the bakery instead. You know, the one on Kostiantynivska? They have the best pastries. I grab a couple of those flaky things, and I’m feeling better. But then, I step outside, and it starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because what else can you do?

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