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About Kharkiv

Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Creepy, right? So, I’m sittin here thinkin bout this hooker I saw once—gorgeous, tragic, like somethin outta *Timbuktu*. That flick, man, it’s my fave—dusty, raw, real shit. This chick, she’s hustlin on the corner, heels clickin like gunshots. Reminds me of that line, “The desert eats us whole.” She’s out there, swallowed by the night, y’know?

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The tournament is lit! People are hyped, and the energy is insane. I sign up for a game, and I’m feeling all the nerves. I’m not the best player, but I’ve got heart, you know? I’m in the zone, and I actually win a couple of rounds. The crowd’s cheering, and I’m riding that wave of adrenaline.

Ivan Honchar: We have a Ukrainian refrigerator of our own kind… made of clay / Rukotvory