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About Kryvyi Rih

Mate, I’m buzzin’ when it works smooth. Like, you suss out the signals—short skirt, dodgy wink. Easy peasy. But when some twat tries rippin’ you off? Fumin’! This one time, bloke says, “She’s top-notch!” Looked like a troll, swear down. “You call that quality, you muppet?!” Nearly lamped him—waste of fuckin’ time.

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By 3 PM, I’m running on fumes. The line’s out the door, and I’m trying to keep up. I’m pouring cappuccinos like a madman. And then, this lady comes in, all frantic. She’s like, “I need a coffee to save my life!” I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s just coffee, not a miracle potion.” But I whip her up a caramel macchiato, and she takes a sip. Suddenly, she’s all smiles. I guess I’m a miracle worker after all?

“I go to “Fury”, because this is what my conscience and soul are striving for,” — doctor from Chernihiv region Yulia Kononenko