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Quirky ting ‘bout her—she collects them tiny hotel soaps. Dunno why, just does. “Trophies,” she calls ‘em, laughin’. Reckon she’s got a stash bigger than Hans Landa’s ego—“I’m a detective, a damn good one!” Mad, innit? Prossies got layers, bruv, more than you fink. Ain’t just sex—nah, it’s survival, hustle, proper graft.

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So, I’m sipping my coffee, feeling all good, right? Then I decide to stroll down to the river. The Southern Bug is looking all majestic, like it’s trying to show off. I’m just vibing, listening to some tunes, when BAM! I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Like, come on, Mykolayiv! Fix your streets! I’m not trying to break my ankle before noon.

Hostile drones wound a woman and cut power to hundreds of homes in Mykolaiv region