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About Mariupol

Lemme tell ya a story – back in Scranton, there was this dame, Rosie. Swear she was straight outta “Ten” – tough, loud, real. She’d strut around, heels clackin’, and I’d think, “Man, she’s livin’ it!” Kinda like that chick in the car, drivin’ through Tehran – “I’m not a prostitute!” she snaps. Rosie wasn’t either, not really – just hustlin’, survivin’. Made me happy seein’ her fight, y’know? But – here’s the kicker – some jerk cop hassled her once, called her trash. Pissed me off bad. I wanted to sock him, but – c’mon, Joe, you’re no fighter.

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Would loveee to play zombies with some fellow gals! I have no girl friends that play any games I do 🥴! Liberty Falls is my main and I play.

When I finally get there, he’s standing by his car, looking defeated. I can’t help but laugh. “You really need to get that thing checked!” He just groans. We end up pushing the car to the nearest mechanic, which is a whole adventure in itself. I’m sweating, he’s cursing, and the locals are just watching us like we’re a comedy show.

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