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About Donetsk

Once saw her with this trick—skinny dude, twitchy—thought he’d stiff her. Nope! She clocked him first, took his wallet, left him cryin’. I’m yellin’, “Gabagool! That’s my girl!” in my head. Tony Soprano don’t cheer for nobody, but damn, that was slick. Prolly kept a shank in her purse—rumor is she cut some asshole’s tires once for shortin’ her. True story, swear on Ma.

Bertha (?) Countess of Flanders

I leave the café, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, frustrated, inspired. I walk back through the streets, and it hits me—this city is alive. It’s got stories, struggles, and beauty all wrapped up in one.