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About Kryvyi Rih

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I'm judgin’ this like Judge Judy—sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—and I’m talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today. Yeah, hookers, ladies of the night, whatever ya wanna call ‘em. My fave flick’s *Brokeback Mountain*—Ang Lee’s masterpiece, 2005—so I’m mixin’ that cowboy vibe in here, ‘cause why the hell not? Picture this: a prossie workin’ the dusty streets, boots kickin’ gravel, lookin’ for love—or cash—under neon signs. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” she mutters, countin’ crumpled bills, thinkin’ ‘bout some john who ain’t comin’ back. Gets me all misty-eyed, damn it!

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Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, snatches my bread, and bolts! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I chase after him, but he’s quick. I’m yellin’, “Hey! That’s my lunch!” But he’s gone, poof! Just like that. I’m left starvin’ and a bit mad.

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