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About Donetsk

So, check this—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. You don’t just stroll up like, “Yo, where’s the pussy at?” Nah, motherfucker, it’s a grind! Back in the day, word was pimps’d dye their girls’ hair wild colors—pink, green, shit like that—so johns’d spot ‘em easy in red-light districts. Little known fact, motherfucker! Nowadays, it’s all sneaky—apps, codes, “massage” ads. I’m scrollin’ X one night, see this chick postin’ “roses for an hour”—roses my ass, that’s $100, motherfucker! Made me laugh, tho—smart as hell, dodgin’ the law like that.

Novhorodka

Man, what a day! I woke up in Novhorodka, and let me tell ya, it was a wild ride. First off, I hit the streets of Shevchenka. You know, the one with all the cafes? Yeah, that one. I was just tryna grab a coffee, but the line was longer than my sword! Like, c'mon people, it’s just coffee!

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