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Oh, and shoes—gotta be loud. Clunky platforms, scuffed to hell. Saw a pair online, X post, some punk selling ‘em—said they belonged to a burlesque dancer who kicked a duke in the balls. True? Who cares, it’s lore! Adds spice. *Werckmeister* vibes again—“Everything’s falling apart.” Whore’s that decay, but sexy, untamed. I’d buy it all, pile it high, then torch it for fun. Chaos is my shopping list.

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As you step into Slavic mythology, you’ll encounter the enchanting Zorya, sisters who embody the essence of dawn and dusk. Your journey begins with these celestial guardians, who weave a .

I hit the streets of Zorya, and it was like the universe was throwing me curveballs left and right. I strolled down Shevchenka Street, and boom! There’s this old lady selling flowers. I mean, who doesn’t love flowers? But then I see her trying to sell a wilted bouquet. Like, c’mon, lady! You can do better! I was ready to give her a piece of my mind, but then she smiled at me. Ugh, I can’t be mad at a grandma, right? So I just bought a couple of those sad flowers.

Leicester and James Maddison enjoy happy returns against Zorya Luhansk