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About Kryvyi Rih

What pisses me off? The fakers, man. Girls actin’ sweet, then ghostin’ you after cash’s out. Like, “Every work of art’s a portrait”—yeah, a portrait of my empty wallet! Hate that crap. But when it works? Oh man, fireworks. This one chick—redhead, smokin’—she’s whisperin’, “Let’s make our own copy.” I’m done, heart racin’, thinkin’ I’m in a damn movie.

Dobrovelychkivka

I decide to walk it off, so I head down to the riverbank. The Dnipro is looking pretty today, but I can’t enjoy it. My mind’s racing. I’m thinking about all the things that went wrong. I sit on a bench, and this old man next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the good ol’ days in Dobrovelychkivka. I’m half-listening, half-wishing I had a burger in my hand.

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