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About Kyiv

Phrases from *The Pianist* sneak in—“What’s the point?” I groan, scrollin’ sketchy sites. Tired, I get—soul-heavy, like Szpilman starvin’ in ruins. But then—bam!—Lola texts, “Yo, Yodah, u alive?” Grin, I do—friendship in weird places, best it is! “Hide, I must,” I joke back, Polanski-style. She snorts— “Ain’t no Nazis here, fool.”

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So, I roll into Vashkivtsi, right? First thing I notice is the streets. Like, who names a street after a tree? I’m talkin’ about Tsentralna Street. I mean, come on! I’m all for trees, but let’s get creative, people! Anyway, I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of Shevchenka. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole city. But today? She’s outta coffee! Like, seriously? In a coffee shop?

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