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About Mykolaiv

Funny thing, prostitutes in Japan, like in the flick? Classier, quieter, all polite n’ shit. Here? Loud, messy, real. I like that, keeps me awake. So, we park, she’s doin’ her thing, I’m thinkin’, “This is my Tokyo,” lost in the neon, the grime. Ain’t perfect, but it’s mine. Gabagool? Ova here! Fuckin’ wild night, my friend.

Chapter 19 Dress and Material Culture

I get to the shop, and it’s like a scene from a horror movie. Blood everywhere! Just kidding, but you know what I mean. I’m slicin’ and dicin’, and then boom! My buddy Vasya strolls in. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “What? Did you finally get a girlfriend?” He laughs, but nah, he tells me about this crazy storm that hit the market on Kirova Street. Like, trees down, stalls flipped over. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what we need!”