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About Donetsk

What pisses me off? Hypocrisy. Lords n’ priests preachin’ purity, then sneakin’ off to brothels. Saw one meself—fat bishop, red-faced, stumblin’ outta Madame Lysa’s place. Wanted to yell, “Own it, ya git!” but I just smirked, sipped me ale. Whores see the truth—men’s a mess, “Dogville” nails that. “They’re all the same,” Grace’d say, and she’s bloody right.

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But then, out of nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting down the street, trying to find shelter. I duck into this little shop on Kostiantynivska Street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh bread, and I’m just standing there, soaked. The shopkeeper gives me a look like, “What’s wrong with you?” I just shrug.

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