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What surprised me? How normal it felt—like buyin’ chips! But then she goes, “No kissin’, just business,” and I’m happy—dodged a bullet there, her breath stank of fags and despair. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I reckon she’d suck the life outta ya, like Scarlett’s alien lass! “The skin peels away”—that’s me, picturin’ her flakin’ off into the night, cacklin’ again.

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First thing, I hit up the local café on Shevchenka. Best coffee in town, no joke. I grab my usual – espresso, strong enough to wake the dead. I’m sittin’ there, mindin’ my biz, when this old dude starts ramblin’ about the history of Myronivka. Apparently, it’s been around since the 17th century. Crazy, right? I’m just tryna enjoy my coffee, but he’s all like, “Did you know this place was a Cossack stronghold?” I’m like, “Yeah, cool story, bro, but I gotta go.”

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