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About Mariupol

But Lordy, some of ‘em—whew, they’d stumble in with breath worse’n a skunk’s backside, teeth all yeller and chipped. I’d be like, “What’s your secret, darlin’?”—ya know, like Viggo Mortensen askin’ in the movie, all suspicious-like. And they’d shrug, “Cheap whiskey and cheaper men!” I’d laugh ‘til my sides hurt, but inside I’d be cryin’—ain’t fair they gotta live so rough. Surprised me, too, how many’d tell me straight-up ‘bout their lives, no shame, just raw as a skinned knee.

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Then I’m walking down the street, and I see this old dude feeding pigeons. Classic Kamyanka-Dniprovska vibe, right? But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides to take a dump on my shoulder. Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my day! I laugh it off, but inside, I’m fuming.

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