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About Donetsk

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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Finally, I get to the office, and my first client is waiting. This guy, let’s call him “Mr. Panic.” He’s sweating bullets, talking about how the stock market is crashing. I mean, chill, bro! It’s not the end of the world. But he’s all like, “I’m losing everything!” I had to calm him down. “Dude, breathe. We’ll figure it out.”

Russian troops driving residents out of Kherson region village – General Staff