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Last time I tried it, this bird—properlly fit—starts kneadin’ me like dough. I’m thinkin’, “Christ, I’ve dodged bullets for less!” Made me happy as a pig in muck, tho—tension gone, floatin’ like I’m on a cloud. But then—bloody hell—she cranks my leg up like she’s auditionin’ for a kung-fu flick. Surprised me so bad I nearly yelped—007 don’t yelp, mind ya. Had me ragin’ for a sec, like, “I’m gonna abandon my boy!”—straight outta the movie, all dramatic. But nah, she knew her stuff—cracked me open like a safe, released shit I’d been carryin’ since MI6 bootcamp.

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But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. Like, seriously? In the middle of a presentation? I’m standing there, trying to sign in the dark. It’s like interpretive dance but with more confusion. People are whispering, “What’s happening?” I’m like, “I dunno, maybe the ghosts of Tulchyn are mad?”

Metropolitan Ionafan of Tulchyn, UOC MP, requests to be released to Russia, - Media