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About Donetsk

So, I’m dreamin’, right? Me, slippin’ through alleys, fog thick as soup, lookin’ for her. “You’re not ready yet!”—that’s what the dad says in *The Return*, and I’m thinkin’, am I? Heart’s poundin’, palms sweaty—excitin’ but dodgy. Maybe she’s got them tired eyes, smokin’ a fag, leanin’ on a wall. “Where you goin’, love?” she’d purr, and I’d fumble, all shy. We swears! I’d prolly trip over me own feet, clumsy git.

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The good thing about this area is that people don't blatantly assume you're a roadside prostitute (unlike the area where I reside currently);.

Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Sasha. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the beach!” I’m thinking, “Beach? Now? I’m working!” But you know how it is. Chornomorsk’s beaches are calling. So I finish up with babushka, who, by the way, gave me a cookie. Best cookie ever.

Ukraine is preparing the Chornomorsk Seaport for reconstruction.