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Oh, an’ get this—there’s this urban legend, swear it’s true. Some prossie in Vegas? Worked the Strip for years, retired, opened a donut shop! Mmm… donuts! Full circle, man! I’d eat there, no lie. Anyway, if you’re lookin’, just watch your back, bro. It’s a jungle out there—way crazier than Malick’s woods. “The sun casts its golden light,” but it ain’t all pretty, ya dig? Stay safe, don’t be a dope like me!

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After the apple drama, we head down to the park on Shevchenka Street. It’s a nice spot, but I’m still on high alert. I see a group of teenagers playing football. They’re loud, laughing, and I’m thinking, “Man, I miss being a kid.” But then, one of them kicks the ball right at us. It hits my client’s leg. I’m ready to explode.

In the occupied Yasynuvata, the barracks of the Russian invaders were on fire - Militarnyi