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About Odesa

I’m yellin’—MOTHERFUCKER!—‘cause some pimp tries overchargin’ me. I ain’t no sucker, I know the game! Saw this chick, legs for days, struttin’ like she owns the block. Made me happy as hell—thought, *Diamonds are a girl’s best friend*, right? But then she quotes me triple—TRIPLE!—what I’d pay for a burger. I’m like, “Bitch, this ain’t no Moulin Rouge cabaret, I ain’t droppin’ a fortune for your sparkly ass!” Laughed my ass off—humor in the hustle, y’know?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Introduction. 1. Part One: In the Role of a Moth That Is Drawn to the Light. 1 Establishing the Fundamentals of Fate. 5. 2 Finally in Kyiv.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I’m a furrier, right? Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my sewing machine in Kotsiubynske. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. Like, you ever been down Kotsiubynskoho Street? It’s a whole vibe.

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