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What gets me happy, though? Stories of folks gettin’ *out*. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal—let’s call her Jenny—who worked a brothel in Amsterdam. She saved every penny, learned codin’ on the side—codin’, can ya believe it?—and now she’s buildin’ apps for nonprofits! That’s the spirit, fightin’ back, like David searchin’ for the Blue Fairy, believin’ in somethin’ better. “The greatest single act of creation,” that’s what they said in *A.I.*—and hell, creatin’ a new life from nothin’ but grit? That’s it, man!

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So, I’m still recovering from the feline ambush when I see this old babushka selling пиріжки (that’s pastries, for ya). I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need some carbs!” I grab one, and it’s the best thing ever. Flaky, warm, and stuffed with potatoes. I swear, I could’ve kissed her. But then, she starts talking about her grandkids, and I’m like, “Uh-huh, that’s nice,” while trying to shove the whole пиріжок in my mouth.

Russian government official found dead in Donbas