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About Kryvyi Rih

Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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Then, I get a text from my buddy, saying there’s a brawl at the market. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” So, I rush over to the market on Kovalivka Street. It’s chaos! People yelling, fruit flying everywhere. I see my buddy, and he’s in the thick of it, trying to break it up. I jump in, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m throwing elbows, dodging punches, and somehow, I end up with a tomato on my head.

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