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About Kharkiv

What pisses me off? The hypocrites. Blokes judgin’ her, then sneakin’ round at night. Fuckin’ wankers. Me, I’m happy seein’ her strut—takes guts, that. Surprised me once, too—caught her hummin’ some French tune, soft as silk. “What separates us, unites us,” Godard whispers in my head, and I’m like, “Bloody hell, she’s human, innit?” Not just a shag, but a soul, mate.

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But then, the rain stops as fast as it started. I’m like, “Great, now I’m just wet for no reason.” I decide to head home, but not before stopping by the local market. Gotta grab some fresh produce, right? The vendors are all shouting, trying to get my attention. “Buy my tomatoes! Best in Mykolayiv!” I’m just trying to navigate through the chaos. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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