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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

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So, I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! Sirens start wailing. My heart drops. I’m thinkin’, “Not again.” I mean, Debaltseve has seen its share of chaos, but today felt different. I rush out, and the streets are buzzing. People are darting around like ants.

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