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About Donetsk

Dis gal, she called Anya – or so she say, who know? Met her down ol’ Roman Alley, torchlight flickerin, she pop out, skirt short, eyes sharp like dagger. “Vant some fun, big boy?” she purr, voice thick as vodka. I laugh, “Nyet, Anya, I fight, not pay!” She shrug, “Your loss, beast-man.” Cheeky, ya? Made me grin, she got guts.

Ottynia (Otynia), Ukraine

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So, I finally get my coffee, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to my shop on Haharina Street. The vibe is nice, people are out and about, kids are playing, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, BAM! I trip over a loose cobblestone. Seriously? Who’s in charge of this place? I’m a watchmaker, not a stuntman!