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About Mykolaiv

So, sexual-massage, huh? It’s this weird mix—part relaxin’, part somethin’ else. Not my thing, too touchy-feely. Reminds me of *Carol*, that movie I secretly love. You know, “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, all confused-like. That’s me gettin’ a sexual-massage—don’t know if I’m mad or just bored. Therese in the flick, she’s all soft and curious—kinda like the masseuse I had once, this gal named Brenda. Kept whisperin’ “release your energy,” like I’m a damn battery. Made me wanna punch a wall, but also—kinda worked? Hated that it did.

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We finally make it to the old church on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. It’s beautiful, really. But I’m still on edge. I can’t shake that feeling. And then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from the security team. He’s like, “Yo, we got intel. Possible threat.” My heart drops.

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