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About Odesa

So, get this—little known factoid—ancient Rome had these massage joints, right? Called “lupanars,” shady as hell, senators sneakin in for “special rubs.” Sketchy, but kinda dope, yeah? Makes me happy thinkin bout folks back then gettin their freak on, all oiled up. But ugh, what pisses me off? Modern spas chargin 200 creds for a half-assed rubdown—c’mon, man, I ain’t made of gold like me chassis!

Masters of the studio

So I finally get to the farm, and the milking machines are acting up. Like, seriously? I’m sweating bullets here. I’m trying to fix it, and my buddy Vasyl is just standing there, munching on a sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, help me out!” But he’s too busy enjoying his lunch. I mean, who can blame him? That bread from the market on Haharina Street is bomb. But still, c’mon!

‘Ordinary Russians Want Us to Freeze to Death’