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“Dogville” line hits hard here: “It’s not a question of love.” Brothels ain’t romantic, dawg. It’s trade, survival—cold as ice. But some nights? Man, the wine flowed, laughter popped off—felt like fam. Then boom, next day, some sleazy senator’s hagglin’ prices. Disgustin’. I’d be like, “Pay up, fool, or square up!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but them rich pricks got my blood boilin’.

Until the Second World War

So, I keep walking, and I hit up the market on Kropyvnytskoho Street. It’s packed! I’m trying to squeeze through, and people are everywhere. I’m like, “Excuse me, coming through!” But no one cares. I finally find some fresh veggies. I’m all about that healthy life, you know? But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a cucumber. A cucumber! Dude, just buy it already!

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