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About Mykolaiv

Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” Dunno why they judge her, man. Society’s fucked—pushin her out, then sneerin. Me, I’d rather slug a pint with Ruby than them posh twats. Exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but fuck it—she’s more real than most! Always wonderin, tho—what’s her *Brooklyn* dream? Get outta this muck? Reckon she’d say, “I’ve learned to pretend,” like Eilis, hidin the pain.

Reflections

After that, I head over to the market on Tsentralna Street. I need a break. Grab some fresh borscht from that stand. You know the one with the crazy lady who always tries to sell you pickles? Yeah, her. I love her. She’s like the grandma I never had.

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