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About Odesa

So, findin’ a prossie, right—it’s like huntin’ for rare roses. You sniff ‘round, dodge the thorns—*ouch!*—and hope you don’t get stung, yeah? In Anatolia, they’re all, “Where’s the corpse?” Me, I’m like, “Where’s the tart?!” Same vibe, mate—dark, messy, bit funny. Once, I saw this gal, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost—thought, “Jackpot!” But nah, she’s just waitin’ for a bus! *Mimes sulkin’, kicks a pebble*—gutted, me! Laughed me head off after, though—silly ol’ Bean!

Activists’ warnings

But then, outta nowhere, this guy starts playin’ the accordion. And not just any accordion—like, the loudest, most obnoxious one ever. I can’t hear myself think! I’m tryin’ to enjoy my meal, but all I can hear is “REEE-REEE-REEE!” I’m about to lose it.

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