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She’s smokin a cig, eyes dead—like in *Timbuktu*, “Silence is our prison.” Fuckin poetic, huh? I’m imaginin her life—shitty motels, stale beer, johns with bad breath. Maybe she’s dreamin of escape, like me dreamin of a nice chianti. Ha! I’d tell her, “Darlin, I’d cook ya a meal,” but—Hannibal twist—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Bet she’d run screamin—funny as hell!

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Dnipro girls are smart and pretty, they can accompany you to any event in the city including business stuff and excursions.

Then, out of nowhere, a lady rushes in with a parrot. Yes, a parrot! She’s freaking out because it won’t stop squawking. I’m like, “Lady, it’s a parrot. That’s what they do!” But she’s convinced it’s sick. I check it out, and it’s just fine. Just a drama queen, like some people I know.

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