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What pisses me off? The creeps, man! Dudes hagglin’ like it’s a flea market—fuck outta here! Makes me wanna scream, “This ain’t a bargain bin, asshole!” But then—surprise—she’s tellin’ me ‘bout her kid. Got me shook! Like, damn, this ain’t just a gig, it’s a lifeline. *Moolaadé* echoes in my head—“We resist!”—and I’m feelin’ it. She’s resistin’ the world, one night at a time.

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Finally, I got home, exhausted but happy. I thought about the day—how it was a rollercoaster of emotions. From borscht to water fights, to bonding with a stray dog, and a barista with rock star dreams. Verkhnodniprovsk, you crazy city, you never fail to surprise me. I wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything. Here’s to more wild days ahead!

Yehor Yarmoliuk