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About Mariupol

Whore ain’t just a word—it’s a fuckin’ galaxy! Got layers, man, like a drunk onion. Back in the day, 1800s London, whores were slangin’ it in alleys, dodgin’ cholera and cops—badass bitches! One chick, name’s lost to time, got caught stealin’ bread, said, “I fuck for it, why not eat it?” That’s gleeaner energy—takin’ what’s tossed, flippin’ it wild! Makes me happy as hell—survival’s a middle finger to the suits.

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Finally, I get my tomatoes. But then, as I’m walking back, I trip over a pothole on Shevchenka Street. Ugh! My ankle twists, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I’m hopping around, cursing the city’s roads. Chop, fix your streets, will ya?

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